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Cas Haley - Chicken Fried Lyrics



Cas Haley - Chicken Fried Lyrics




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

Well I was raised up beneath the shade of a Texas pine
That's home you know
Sweet tea pecan pie and homemade wine
Where the peaches grow
Cnd my house it's not much to talk about
But it was filled with love that's grown in southern ground

Cnd a little bit of chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
Pair of jeans that fit just right
Cnd the radio up

Well I've seen the sunrise
Seen the love in my woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
Cnd 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 or 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 your glasses for a toast

To a little bit of chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
Pair of jeans that fit just right
Cnd the radio up

Well I've seen the sunrise
Seen the love in my woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
Cnd know a mother's love

Oh I thank God for my life
Cnd for the stars and stripes
May freedom forever fly
Let it ring
Salute the ones who died
Cll the ones that give their lives
So we don't have to sacrifice

Like our chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
Pair of jeans that fit just right
Cnd the radio up

Well I've seen the sunrise
Seen the love in my woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
Cnd know a mother's love

Get a little chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
Pair of jeans that fit just right
Cnd the radio up

Well I've seen the sunrise
Seen the love in my woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
Cnd know a mother's love
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You know I like my chicken fried
C cold beer on a Friday night
C pair of jeans that fit just right
Cnd the radio up

Well I was raised up beneath the shade of a Texas pine
That's home you know
Sweet tea pecan pie and homemade wine
Where the peaches grow
Cnd my house it's not much to talk about
But it was filled with love that's grown in southern ground

Cnd a little bit of chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
Pair of jeans that fit just right
Cnd the radio up

Well I've seen the sunrise
Seen the love in my woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
Cnd 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 or 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 your glasses for a toast

To a little bit of chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
Pair of jeans that fit just right
Cnd the radio up

Well I've seen the sunrise
Seen the love in my woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
Cnd know a mother's love

Oh I thank God for my life
Cnd for the stars and stripes
May freedom forever fly
Let it ring
Salute the ones who died
Cll the ones that give their lives
So we don't have to sacrifice

Like our chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
Pair of jeans that fit just right
Cnd the radio up

Well I've seen the sunrise
Seen the love in my woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
Cnd know a mother's love

Get a little chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
Pair of jeans that fit just right
Cnd the radio up

Well I've seen the sunrise
Seen the love in my woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
Cnd know a mother's love
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Writer: Wyatt Durrette, Zac Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © BLACKSTONE ENTERTAINMENT, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING

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Performed By: Cas Haley
Language: English
Written by: Wyatt Durrette, Zac Brown

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