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85 BPM Straight Zac Brown Band

This song describes a southern lifestyle with chicken fried on Friday nights, jeans that fit just right, and listening to the radio. The verses discuss being raised in Georgia beneath a pine tree with homemade wine and peaches, and having a simple home filled with love. The chorus reiterates enjoying chicken fried, beer on Friday nights, and jeans while also seeing the sunrise and a woman's love, as well as feeling the touch of a child and a mother's love.

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85 BPM Straight Zac Brown Band

This song describes a southern lifestyle with chicken fried on Friday nights, jeans that fit just right, and listening to the radio. The verses discuss being raised in Georgia beneath a pine tree with homemade wine and peaches, and having a simple home filled with love. The chorus reiterates enjoying chicken fried, beer on Friday nights, and jeans while also seeing the sunrise and a woman's love, as well as feeling the touch of a child and a mother's love.

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4\4 Chicken Fried F#

85 BPM Straight Zac Brown Band


Intro: <Guitar Only>
F# F# C# F# B F# C#
<hold>
CH: <2/4 Feel>
F# C#
You know I like my chicken fried, Cold beer on a Friday night
B F# C#
A pair of jeans that fit just right, And the radio up

LINK: <BAND IN>


F# C# B F# C#

VS: <4/4 Feel>


F# C# B C#
Well I was raised up beneath the shade of a Georgia pine, And that's home you know
<gtr only>F# C# B C#
With sweet tea, pecan pie and homemade wine, Where the peaches grow
<band>F# C# B C# F# C# B C#
And my house it's not much to talk about, But it's filled with love that's grown in southern ground.

CH: <2/4 Feel>


F# C#
You know I like my chicken fried, Cold beer on a Friday night
B F# C#
A pair of jeans that fit just right, And the radio up
F# C#
Well I've seen the sunrise, See the love in my woman's eyes
B F# C#
Feel the touch of a precious child, And know a mother's love

VS: <4/4 Feel>


F# C# B C#
And its funny how it's the little things in life that mean the most
F# C# B C#
Not where you live, what you drive or the price tag on your clothes
<gtr only>F# C# B C#
There's no dollar sign on a peace of mind; this I've come to know
F# C# B C#
So if you agree have a drink with me, Raise your glasses for a toast

CH: <2/4 Feel>


<band>F# C#
And a little bit of chicken fried, Cold beer on a Friday night
B F# C#
A pair of jeans that fit just right, And the radio up
F# C#
Well I've seen the sunrise, See the love in my woman's eyes
B F# C#
Feel the touch of a precious child, And know a mother's love

SOLO:
F# C# B F# C#
F# C# B F# C#
F#<hold> F# C#<gtr> F# B F# C#
<hold>

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BR: <Breakdown>
F# C# B F# C#
I thank god for my life, And for the stars and stripes, May freedom forever fly, let it ring.
<military drums>F# C# B
Salute the ones who died, And the ones that gave their lives so we don't have to sacrifice
F# C#
All the things we love

CH: <2/4 Feel>


F# C#
Like our chicken fried, Cold beer on a Friday night
B F# C#
A pair of jeans that fit just right, And the radio up
F# C#
Well I've seen the sunrise, See the love in my woman's eyes
B F# C#
Feel the touch of a precious child, And know a mother's love

CH: <Reggae>
F# C#
Get a bit of chicken fried, Cold beer on a Friday night
B F# C#
A pair of jeans that fit just right, And the radio up
<2/4 Feel>F# C#
Well I've seen the sunrise, See the love in my woman's eyes
B F# C#
Feel the touch of a precious child, And know a mother's love

F# F#<hold>

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