Chicken Fried Songtext
von Paula Rojo

You know I like my chicken fried
A cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio on

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, no
But it′s filled with love that's grown in southern ground


And a little bit of chicken fried
A cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio on
I like to see 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 it′s funny how it's the little 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 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


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