paroles de chanson Chicken Fried - The Hit Crew

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 & 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 done 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
What you drive
Or the price tag on your clothes
There′s no dollar sign, on a peace 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
A cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans, that fit just right
And the radio, up...
Well, I done 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 & 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
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans, that fit just right
And the radio, up...
Well, I done seen the Sunrise
See the Love, in my Woman's eyes
Feel the touch, of a precious child
And know, a Mother's Love...
Gets a little, Chicken Fried
Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans, that fit just right
And the radio, up...
Well, I done seen the Sunrise
See the Love, in my Woman′s eyes
Feel the touch, of a precious child
And know, a Mother′s Love...