You know I like my chicken fried

And cold beer on a friday night

A pair of jeans that fit just right

And the radio up.

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 fried

Cold beer on a friday night

A pair of jeans that fit just right

And the radio up

I love to see the sun rise

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 love to see the sun rise

See the love in my woman's eyes

Feel the touch of a precious child

And know a mother's love.

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.

Like our chicken fried

And cold beer on a friday night

A pair of jeans that fit just right

And the radio up

I love to see the sun rise

See the love in my woman's eyes

Feel the touch of a precious child

And know a mother's love.

Get a little chicken fried

And cold beer on a friday night

A pair of jeans that fit just right

And the radio up

I love to see the sun rise

See the love in my woman's eyes

Feel the touch of a precious child

And know a mother's love.