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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeChicken Fried
You know I like my chicken fried[Refrão]Cold beer on a Friday nightA pair of jeans that fit just rightAnd the radio up[Próxima Parte]Well I was raised up beneath the shade of a Georgia pineAnd that`s home you knowSweet tea pecan pie and homemade wineWhere the peaches growAnd my house it`s not much to talk aboutBut it`s filled with love that`s grown in southern groundAnd a little bit of chicken fried[Refrão] (repetir)[Próxima Parte]Well I`ve seen the sunriseSee the love in my woman`s eyesFeel the touch of a precious childAnd know a mother`s loveWell its funny how it`s the simple things in life that mean the mostNot where you live or the car you drive or the price tag on your clothesThere`s no dollar sign on a piece of mind this I`ve come to knowSo if you agree have a drink with meRaise you glasses for a toastTo a little bit of chicken friedI thank god for my lifeAnd for the stars and stripesMay freedom forever fly, let it ringSalute the ones who diedThe ones that give their lives so we don`t have to sacrificeAll the things we loveLike our chicken fried
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