Chicken Fried - Zac Brown Band (lyrics) You know I like my chicken fried A 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\u0027s home you know Sweet tea, pecan pie, and homemade wine where the peaches grow And my house, it\u0027s not much to talk about But it\u0027s filled with love that\u0027s grown in southern ground And a little bit of chicken fried A cold beer on a Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio up Well I\u0027ve done seen the sun rise See the love in my woman\u0027s eyes Feel the touch of a precious child And know a mother\u0027s love It\u0027s funny how it\u0027s the little things in life that mean the most Not where you live, what you drive, or the price tag on your clothes There\u0027s no dollar sign on a peace of mind This I\u0027ve 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 A cold beer on a Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio up Well I\u0027ve done seen the sun rise See the love in my woman\u0027s eyes Feel the touch of a precious child And know a mother\u0027s 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\u0027t 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 Well I\u0027ve done seen the sun rise See the love in my woman\u0027s eyes Feel the touch of a precious child And know a mother\u0027s love Get your little chicken fried And cold beer on a Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio up Well I\u0027ve done seen the sun rise See the love in my woman\u0027s eyes Feel the touch of a precious child And know a mother\u0027s love