Chicken fried

Verse 1:
You know I like my chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just fine and the radio up

Well I was raised up in (*) need of a Georgia pine
And that's home you know
Sweet tead (*) homemade wine
Where the (*) grow
A lighthouse it's not much to talk about
But it's filled with love its grown in southern ground

Chorus:
And a little bit of chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just fine and the radio up

And I see the sunrise I see the love in my man's eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child and a mother's love

Verse 2:
But it's funny how it's the littlest things in life that mean the most
Not where you live
What you drive or the price tags on your clothes

There's no dollar sign on a piece of mine (*)
So if you agree have a drink with me
Let's raise our glasses for a toast

Chorus:
For a little bit of chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just fine and the radio up

And I see the sunrise I see the love in my man's eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child and a mother's love

[Repeat times 3]