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Capo: 4ht Fret
INTRO: [D] [A] [G]
You know I like my [D]chicken fried
Cold beer on a [A]Friday night
A pair of jeans that [G]fit just right
And the radio [D]up [A]
INSTRUMETAL: [D] [A] [G] [D]-[A]
Well, I was [D]raised underneath the [A]shade of a Georgia [G]pine and that's [A]home you know
Sweet [D]tea, pecan [A]pie and homemade [G]wine, where the [A]peaches grow
And [D]my house is not [A]much to talk a[G]bout [A]
But it's [D]filled with love that's [A]stronger than the southern [G]ground [A]
And a little bit of..
CHORUS:
Chicken [D]fried
Cold beer on a [A]Friday night
A pair of jeans that [G]fit just right
And the radio [D]up [A]
I like to [D]see a sunrise
See the love in my [A]woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a [G]precious child
And know mother's [D]love [A]
INSTRUMENTAL
And it's [D]funny how it's the [A]simple thing in [G]life that [A]mean the most
Not [D]where you live, [A]what you drive, or the [G]price tag on your [A]clothes
There's no [D]dollar sign on a [A]piece of mind, [G]this I've come to [A]know
So if [D]you agree, have a [A]drink with m, raise your [G]glasses for a [A]toast
To a little bit of..
CHORUS
INSTRUMENTAL (x2)
I thank god [D]for my life, and for the stars and [A]stripes,
May freedom for[G]ever fly, let it ri----ng [D] [A]
Salute the [D]ones who died, the ones that [A]gave their lives
So we don't have to [G]sacrifice all the things we [D]lo---[A]ve
Like our....
CHORUS (x2) [2nd time, first half no music] |
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