Zac Brown Band

You now I like mt chicken fried
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Cold beer on a friday night
A pair of jeens that fit just right
And the radio up
Well I've 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 I was raised beneath the shade of a Geogia 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
But it's filled with love that's grown in southern ground
And a little bit of chicken fried
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Well its funny how it`s the little things in life that mean the most
Not where you live, the car you drive or the price tag on your clothes
There`s no dollar sign on a piece of mind