chords by:red
E flat tuning
Well I was raised up beneath the shade of a georgia pine and that's home
you know
Sweet tea, pecan pie and home made 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
I like to 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 its funny how it`s the little things in life that mean the most
Not where you live or what 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 , cold beer on a friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right and the radio up
I like to 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
SOLO
, , , ,
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, cold beer on a friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right and the radio up
I like to 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
Getcha a little chicken fried, cold beer on a friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right and the radio up
I like to 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