Chicken Fried
Written  by Zac Brown & Wyatt Durrette
Recorded by Zac Brown Band

(Half Step Down Tuning)

Intro.:  |(G) / / / |(G) / / / |(D) / / / |(D) / / / |(C) / / / |(C) / / / |(G) / (D) / |

You know I like my (G)chicken fried, and cold beer on a (D)Friday night
A pair of jeans that (C)fit just right and the radio (G)on (D)

Solo:  |(G) / / / |(G) / / / |(D) / / / |(D) / / / |(C) / / / |(C) / / / |(G) / (D) / |

(Verse)
Well I was (G)raised underneath the (D)shade of a Georgia (C)pine
And that's (D)home you know
(G)Sweet tea, pecan (D)pie, and homemade (C)wine
Where the (D)peaches grow
And (G)my house it's not (D)much to talk a-(C)bout (D)
But it’s (G)filled with love that’s (D)grown in southern (C)ground (D)

(Chorus)
And a little bit of chicken (G)fried, cold beer on a (D)Friday night
A pair of jeans that (C)fit just right and the radio (G)up (D)
I like to see the (G)sunrise, see the love in my (D)woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a (C)precious child, and know a mother's (G)love (D)

(Verse)
It’s (G)funny how it's the (D)little things in (C)life that (D)mean the most
Not (G)where you live, (D)what you drive or the (C)price tag on your (D)clothes
There's no (G)dollar sign on a (D)peace of mind, (C)this I've come to know (D)
So if (G)you agree, have a (D)drink with me, raise your (C)glasses for a toast (D)

(Chorus)
To a little bit of chicken (G)fried, and cold beer on a (D)Friday night
A pair of jeans that (C)fit just right and the radio (G)up (D)
I like to see the (G)sunrise, see the love in my (D)woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a (C)precious child, and know a mother's (G)love (D)

Solo:  |(G) / / / |(G) / / / |(D) / / / |(D) / / / |(C) / / / |(C) / / / |(G) / (D) / |
       |(G) / / / |(G) / / / |(D) / / / |(D) / / / |(C) / / / |(C) / / / |(G) / (D) / |
       |(G) / / / |(G) / / / |(D) / / / |(D) / / / |(C) / / / |(C) / / / |(G) / (D) / |

(Verse)
I thank God (G)for my life, and for the (D)stars and stripes
May freedom for-(C)ever fly, let it (G)ring (D)
Salute the (G)ones who died, the ones that (D)give their lives
So we don't have to (C)sacrifice, all the things we (G)love (D)

(Chorus)
Like our chicken (G)fried, and cold beer on a (D)Friday night
A pair of jeans that (C)fit just right and the radio (G)up (D)
I like to see the (G)sunrise, see the love in my (D)woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a (C)precious child, and know a mother's (G)love (G)

(Chorus)
Get your little (G)chicken fried, and cold beer on a (D)Friday night
A pair of jeans that (C)fit just right and the radio (G)up (D)
I like to see the (G)sunrise, see the love in my (D)woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a (C)precious child, and know a mother's (G)love (D) (G) - - - - -