You know I like my (G)chick en fried,

cold beer on a (D)Fri day night,

a pair of jeans that fit just right,

and the ra di o (G)up.

Well, I was (G)raised up be neath the shade of a Geor gia pine;

and that’s (D)home, you know.

(G)Sweet tea, pe can pie, and home made wine

where the (D)peach es grow.

And (G)my house, it’s not (D)much to talk a bout,

but it’s (G)filled with love that’s grown on South ern ground.

And a lit tle bit of chick en (G)fried,

cold beer on a (D)Fri day night,

a pair of jeans that fit just right,

and the ra di o (G)up.

Well, I see the (G)sun rise,

see the love in my (D)wom an’s eyes,

feel the touch of a (C)pre cious child and know a moth er’s (G)love.

It’s (G)fun ny how it’s the (D)lit tle things in life

that (D)mean the most; not (G)where you live,

(D)what you drive, or the (C)price tag on your clothes.

There’s no (G)dol lar sign on (D)peace of mind;

(C)this I’ve come to know.

So if (G)you a gree, have a (D)drink with me; raise your (C)glass es for a toast to a lit tle bit of

I thank God (G)for my life

and for the Stars and Stripes.

May free dom for (C)ev er fly,

let it (G)ring.

Sa lute the ones who died,

the ones that give their lives

so we don’t have to (C)sac ri fice

all the things we (G)love.

Like our chick en (G)fried,

cold beer on a (D)Fri day night,

a pair of jeans that fit just right,

and the ra di o (G)up.

Well, I see the (G)sun rise,

see the love in my (D)wom an’s eyes,

feel the touch of a (C)pre cious child and know a moth er’s (G)love.

Get ya lit tle (G)chick en fried,

cold beer on a (D)Fri day night,

a pair of jeans that fit just right,

and the ra di o (G)up.

I like to see the sun (G)rise,

see the love in my (D)wom an’s eyes,

feel the touch of a (C)pre cious child and know a moth er’s (G)love.