Chicken Fried

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You know I like my chicken fried
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Cold beer on a Friday night
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A pair of jeans that fit just right
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And the radio up
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Well I was raised up beneath the 
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shade of a Georgia pine
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And that`s home you know
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Sweet tea pecan pie and homemade 
wine
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Where the peaches grow
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And my house it`s not much to talk
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 about
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But it`s filled with love that`s 
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grown in southern ground
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And a little bit of chicken fried

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Cold beer on a Friday night
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A pair of jeans that fit just right
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And the radio up
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Well I`ve seen the sunrise
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See the love in my woman`s eyes
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Feel the touch of a precious child
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And know a mother`s love

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Well its funny how it`s the simple
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 things in life that mean the most

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Not where you live or the car you 
drive or the price tag on your 
clothes
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There`s no dollar sign on a piece 
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of mind this I`ve come to know
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So if you agree have a drink with me
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Raise you glasses for a toast
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To a little bit of chicken fried

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I thank god for my life
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And for the stars and stripes
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May freedom forever fly, let it 
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ring
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Salute the ones who died
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The ones that give their lives so 
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we don`t have to sacrifice
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All the things we love
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Like our chicken fried