Chicken Fried (炸鸡) - Zac Brown Band You know I like my chicken fried
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
Well I've seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child And know a mother's love
Well its funny how it's the little things in life that mean the most Not where you live or 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