Текст: Zac Brown Band. The Foundation. Chicken Fried.

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

Well, I was raised up
Beneath the shade of a Georgia 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
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up

Well, I?ve seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman?s eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother?s love

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 piece 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
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up

Well, I?ve seen the sunrise
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
And cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up

Well, I?ve seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman?s eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother?s love

Yes, a little chicken fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up

Well, I?ve seen the sunrise
See the love in my woman?s eyes
Feel the touch of a precious child
And know a mother?s love