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You know I like my Gchicken fried
Cold beer on a DFriday night
A pair of jeans that fCit just right
And the radio uGp D
GWell I was raised up beneath the Dshade of a Georgia Cpine
And that`s Dhome you know
GSweet tea pecan pDie and homemade Cwine
Where the Dpeaches grow
GAnd my house it`s not Dmuch to talk aCboutD
But it`s fiGlled with love that`s Dgrown in southern Cground D
And a little bit of Gchicken fried
Cold beer on a DFriday night
A pair of jeans that Cfit just right
And the Gradio up D
Well I`ve seen the Gsunrise
See the love in my Dwoman`s eyes
Feel the touch of a prCecious child
And know a mother`s Glove D
Well its fuGnny how it`s the sDimple things in Clife that mean theD most
Not Gwhere you live or the Dcar you drive or the Cprice tag on your Dclothes
There`s no dollar sign on a pDiece of mind tChis I`ve come toD know
So if yGou agree have a Ddrink with me
Raise you Cglasses for a Dtoast
To a little bit of chickenG fried
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I thank Ggod for my life
And for theD stars and stripes
May freedom forCever fly, let it Gring. D
Salute the oGnes who died
The ones that giDve their lives so we don`t have to Csacrifice
All the things we Glove D
Like our chGicken fried
Chorus
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