Chicken Fried Capo
Zac Brown BandVersions2
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Well I was raised up beneath the shade of a georgia pine and that's home
you know
Sweet tea, pecan pie and home made 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
And a little bit of chicken fried, cold beer on a friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right and the radio up
I like to seen 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 its 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 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 , cold beer on a friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right and the radio up
I like to seen 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, cold beer on a friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right and the radio up
I like to seen the sun rise, see the love in my woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child, and know a mother's love
Getcha a little chicken fried, cold beer on a friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right and the radio up
I like to seen the sun rise, see the love in my woman's eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child, and know a mother's love
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Readable chord sheet for Chicken Fried Capo by Zac Brown Band
W[G]ell I was raised up beneath the sh[D]ade of a georgia pi[C]ne and that's h[D]ome you know [G]Sweet tea, pecan p[D]ie and home made w[C]ine where the p[D]eaches grow [G]And my house it's not m[D]uch to talk a[C]bout [D] But it's [G]filled with love that's gr[D]own in southern g[C]round [D] And a little bit of chicken [G]fried, cold beer on a [D]friday night A pair of jeans that f[C]it just right and the radio [G]up [D] I like to seen the su[G]n rise, see the love in my w[D]oman's eyes Feel the touch of a pre[C]cious child, and know a mother's [G]love [D] Well its [G]funny how it`s the l[D]ittle things in li[C]fe that me[D]an the most Not [G]where you live or [D]what you drive or the [C]price tag on your cloth[D]es There`s no d[G]ollar sign on a p[D]iece of mind th[C]is I`ve come to kn[D]ow So if y[G]ou agree have a d[D]rink with me, raise you g[C]lasses for a t[D]oast To a little bit of chicken f[G]ried , cold beer on a [D]friday night A pair of jeans that f[C]it just right and the radio [G]up [D] I like to seen the su[G]n rise, see the love in my w[D]oman's eyes Feel the touch of a pre[C]cious child, and know a mother's [G]love [D] [G] [D] [C] [G] [D] I thank god [G]for my life And for the s[D]tars and stripes May freedom for[C]ever fly, let it [G]ring. Salute the [G]ones who died The ones that g[D]ive their lives so we don`t have to [C]sacrifice All the things we l[G]ove [D] Like our chicken [G]fried, cold beer on a f[D]riday night A pair of jeans that f[C]it just right and the radio [G]up [D] I like to seen the su[G]n rise, see the love in my w[D]oman's eyes Feel the touch of a pre[C]cious child, and know a mother's [G]love [D] Getcha a little c[G]hicken fried, cold beer[D] on a friday night A pair of jeans that f[C]it just right and the radio [G]up [D] I like to seen the su[G]n rise, see the love in my w[D]oman's eyes Feel the touch of a pre[C]cious child, and know a mother's [G]love [D]