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, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Well, I was raised up beneath the shade of a Georgia pine And that's home, you know, sweet teepee and pine Home and wine, where the peaches grow In my house, it's not much to talk about But it's better when love's grown in a 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, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Well, I can see the sunrise See the love in a woman's eyes And feel the touch of a precious child And old mother's love Ain't it funny how it's the little 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 mine That's how 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 A cold beer on a Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Well, I can see the sunrise See the love in a woman's eyes And feel the touch of a precious child And old mother's love . . . Thank God for my life And for the stars and stripes May freedom forever fly Let it rain Salute the ones who died The ones who give their lives So we don't have to sacrifice All the things we love Like our chicken fried A cold beer on a Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Well, I can see the sunrise See the love in a woman's eyes And feel the touch of a precious child And old mother's love Forget your little chicken fried A cold beer on a Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And turn the radio, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Well, I can see the sunrise See the love in a woman's eyes Feel the touch of a precious child And old mother's love . . .