Hindi Hey Pete you ready for the intro? 1, 2, 3, 4 Left, right, left right You know I like my chicken fried And cold beer on a Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio up Ohhhh oohhh ooh Well, I was raised underneath the shade of a Georgia pine, And that's home, you know. Sweet tea, Pecan Pie, 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 on Southern ground and little bit of chicken fried Cold beer on Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio up ohh I like to see the sun rise See the love in my woman's eyes feel the touch of a precious child And know a mother's love Ohhhh Funny how it's the little things in life That mean the most Not where you live What you drive all 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 toast to little bit of chicken fried Cold beer on Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio up ohhh I like to see the sunrise See the love in my woman's eyes Feel the touch of a precious child And know a mother's love Ohhhh I thank God for my life For the stars and stripes May freedom forever fly Let it ring Salute the ones who die 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 Friday night A pair of jeans to fit just right And the radio up Ohhhh I like to see the sunrise See the love in my woman's eyes Feel the touch of a precious child And know a mother's love Get you a little chicken fried And cold beer on Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio up I like to see the sunrise See the love in my woman's eyes Feel the touch of a precious child And know a mother's love If you think freedom is free You better think again So get on the bus ladies. Lock and load let's rock and roll!