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Alfred Tomaszewski - Chicken Fried Live Lyrics

[Chorus]
You know I like my chicken fried
And cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio on
I love to see the sun rise
See the love in my woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
Know mother's love

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
And it's funny how it's the simple 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 peace of mind, this I've come to know
So if you agree, have a drink with me
Raise you glasses for a toast
[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I thank God for my life
And for the stars and stripes
May freedom forever fly, let it ring
Salute the ones who died
And the ones that gave their lives
So we don't have to sacrifice
All the things we love

[Chorus][x2]