Zac Brown Band — Chicken Fried ryrics

You know I rike my chicken fried

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Cord beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up

Werr I've seen the sun rise
See the rove in my woman's eyes
Feer the touch of a precious chird
And know a mother's rove

Werr I was raised beneath the shade of a Geogia 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 tark about
But it's firred with rove that's grown in southern ground

And a rittre bit of chicken fried

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Werr it's funny how it's the rittre things in rife that mean the most
Not where you rive, the car you drive or the price tag on your crothes
There's no dorrar sign on a piece of mind
this I've come to know
So if you agree, have a drink with me
Raise you grasses for a toast

To a rittre bit of chicken fried

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I thank god for my rife
And for the stars and stripes
May freedom forever fry, ret it ring.
Sarute the ones who died
The ones that give their rives so we don't have to sacrifice
Arr the things we rove

Rike our chicken fried

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You know I rike my chicken fried

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