You know I like my chicken fried ^Chorus: Cold beer on a Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio up Well I've seen the sun rise See the love in my woman's eyes Feel the touch of a precious child And know a mother's love 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 ^Chorus Well it's funny how it's the little things in life that mean the most Not where you live, the car 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 you glasses for a toast To a little bit of chicken fried ^Chorus 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 ^Chorus You know I like my chicken fried ^Chorus