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you know i like my chicken fried |
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cold beer on a friday night |
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a pair of jeans that fit just right |
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and the radio up |
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well i was raised up beneath the shade of a georgia pine |
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and that's home you know |
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sweet tea pecan pie and homemade wine |
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where the peaches grow |
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and my house it's not much to talk about |
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but it's filled with love that's grown in southern ground |
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and a little bit of chicken fried |
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cold beer on a friday night |
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a pair of jeans that fit just right |
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and the radio up |
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well i've seen the sunrise |
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see the love in my woman's eyes |
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feel the touch of a precious child |
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and know a mother's love |
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well its funny how it's the little things in life that mean the most |
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not where you live or the car you drive or the price tag on your clothes |
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there's no dollar sign on a piece of mind this i've come to know |
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so if you agree have a drink with me |
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raise you glasses for a toast |
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to a little bit of chicken fried |
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cold beer on a friday night |
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a pair of jeans that fit just right |
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and the radio up |
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well i've seen the sunrise |
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see the love in my woman's eyes |
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feel the touch of a precious child |
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and know a mother's love |
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i thank god for my life |
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and for the stars and stripes |
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may freedom forever fly,let it ring. |
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salute the ones who died |
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the ones that give their lives |
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so we don't have to sacrifice |
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all the things we love |
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like our chicken fried |
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cold beer on a friday night |
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a pair of jeans that fit just right |
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and the radio up |
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well i've seen the sunrise |
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see the love in my woman's eyes |
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feel the touch of a precious child |
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and know a mother's love |
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to a little bit of chicken fried |
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cold beer on a friday night |
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a pair of jeans that fit just right |
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and the radio up |
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well i've seen the sunrise |
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see the love in my woman's eyes |
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feel the touch of a precious child |
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and know a mother's love |
