You know I like my chicken fried

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 but it's filled with love that's grown in southern ground.

And a little bit of chicken friedCold beer on a Friday nightA pair of jeans that fit just rightAnd the radio upWell I've seen the sun riseSee the love in my woman's eyesFeel the touch of a precious childAnd know a mother's love

It's funny how it's the little things in lifeThat mean the mostNot where you live, what you driveOr the price tag on your clothesThere's no dollar sign on a piece of mindThis I've come to knowSo if you agree, have a drink with meRaise your glasses for a toast

To a little bit of chicken friedCold beer on a Friday nightA pair of jeans that fit just rightAnd the radio upWell I've seen the sun riseSee the love in my woman's eyesFeel the touch of a precious childAnd know a mother's love

I thank God for my lifeAnd for the stars and stripesMay freedom forever fly, let it ringSalute the ones who diedThe ones that give their livesSo we don't have to sacrificeAll the things we love

Like our chicken friedAnd cold beer on a Friday nightA pair of jeans that fit just rightAnd the radio upWell I've seen the sun riseSee the love in my woman's eyesFeel the touch of a precious childAnd know a mother's loveGet your little chicken friedCold beer on a Friday nightA pair of jeans that fit just rightAnd the radio upWell I've done seen the sun riseSee the love in my woman's eyesFeel the touch of a precious childAnd know a mother's love