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[Refrain :]
 F#m  You know I like my Chicken Fried
Cold beer on a  C#  Friday night
A pair of jeans that  B  fit just right
And the radi F#m o up   C# 
 
 
Well F#m  I was raised underneath the  C# shade of a Georgia B  pine
 
And that's home ya know
 F#m Sweet tea, pecan  C# pie and homemade B  wine
 
where the peaches grow
 F#m Well my house ain't C#  much to talk B  about
 F#m but we were still loved and  C# raised on southern B  ground
 
 
[Refrain]
 
 
Well I like to see the F#m  sunrise
See the love in my w C#  oman's eyes
Feel the touch of a  B  precious child
and my mother F#m s love C# 
 
 
 F#m Ain't it funny how its the sim C# ple things in l B  ife
 
That mean the most
 F#m Not where you live or w C#  hat you drive or the
 B  Price tag on your clothes
 F#m There's no dollar sign on  C#  peace of mind
 B  and this I've come to know
 F#m If you agree have a dr C#  ink with me
 B  Raise your glasses for a toast
 
 
[Refrain]
 
 
I think god for my F#m  life
And for the  C#  stars and stripes
May freedom  B  forever fly
Let it  F#m ring   C# 
Salute  F#m  those who died
And the ones who  C#  gave their lives
So we don't have to B  sacrifice
All the things we F#m  love  C# 
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