You know I like my chicken fried...cold beer on a Friday night,
a pair of jeans that fit just right, and the radio uuuup.
I'd like to see the sunrise, see the love in my woman's eyes,
feel the touch of a precious child, know a mother's looooooove.
Well I was raised underneath the shade of a Georgia pine, and that's home ya know,
with sweet tea, pecan pie, and homemade wine...where the peaches roll.
And my house it's not much to talk about. But it's filled with love that's grown as 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 uuuup.
I'd like to see the sunrise, see the love in my woman's eyes,
feel the touch of a precious child, know a mother's looooooove.
And it's funny how it's the simple 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 piece 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, cold beer on a Friday night,
a pair of jeans that fit just right, and the radio uuuup.
I'd like to see the sunrise, see the love in my woman's eyes,
feel the touch of a precious child, know a mother's looooooove.
I thank God for my life...and for the stars and stripes
may freedom forever fly, let it riiiiiiing,
salute the ones who died, and the ones that gave their lives,
so we don't have to sacrifice all the things we looove...
like our chicken fried, cold beer on a Friday night,
a pair of jeans that fit just right, and the radio uuuup.
I'd like to see the sunrise, see the love in my woman's eyes,
feel the touch of a precious child, know a mother's looooooove.
You know I like my chicken fried, cold beer on a Friday night,
a pair of jeans that fit just right, and the radio uuuup.
I'd like to see the sunrise, see the love in my woman's eyes,
feel the touch of a precious child, know a mother's looooooove. | 
