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 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 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
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 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
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 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 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
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 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
Chorus: She'll make a train take a dirt road or make it stop on a dime make em wonder which way to go make a man change his mind she's a lawyers queen and a truckers dream in a baseball hat fit for a queen a genuine a different kind of fine
Cadillacs and Caviar Well that ain't how she rolls implants and tummy tucks she sure don't need those she's a cool drink of water when the summer's mean poured into those Levi jeans she's country as the day is long
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Tan and lean like a longneck bottle in the passenger seat got her hand on the throttle she'll get you there right on time lord take you down to Tijuana make you wanna slap ya mama got ya all tore up made you spill your dip cup a bona fide a different kind of fine
I ride east every other Friday But if I had it my way A day would not be wasted on this drive And I want so bad to hold you Son, there's things I haven't told you Your mom and me couldn't get along
So I drive and I think about my life And wonder why that I slowly die inside Every time I turn that truck around Right at the Georgia line And I count the days And the miles back home to you On that Highway 20 ride
A day might come you'll realize That if you see through my eyes There was no other way to work it out And a part of you might hate me But son, please don't mistake me For a man that didn't care at all
And I drive and I think about my life And wonder why that I slowly die inside Every time I turn that truck around Right at the Georgia line And I count the days And the miles back home to you On that Highway 20 ride
So when you drive And the years go flying by I hope you smile If I ever cross your mind It was the pleasure of my life And I cherished every time And my whole world It begins and ends with you
