Ashland Craft - Chicken Fried Lyrics

Well, I was raised up beneath the shade of a Georgia pine
And that's home you know
Sweet tea, pecan pie, and homemade wine
Where the peaches grow
And my house it's not much to talk about
Oh, but it's filled with love that's grown in southern ground

And a little bit of chicken fried
And cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
I like to see the sunrise
And see the love in my woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother's love

It's funny how it's the little things in life that mean the most
Not where you live, what you drive or the price tag on your clothes
There's no dollar sign on a peace of mind, this I've come to know
So if you agree, have a drink with me
Raise your glasses for a toast

To a little bit of chicken fried
And cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
I like to see the sunrise
And see the love in my woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother's love

Yeah-yeah, oh-oh

I thank God for my life
And for the stars and stripes
May freedom forever fly, let it ring
Salute the ones who died
The ones that give their lives so we don't have to sacrifice
All the things we love
One, two, three

Like our chicken fried
And cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up
I thank God for my life
And for the stars and stripes
May freedom forever fly, let it ring
Oh, let it ring
Oh