Juanita du Plessis
Juanita du Plessis & Ruan de Waal & Franja du Plessis - Chicken fried lyrics
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You know I like my chicken fried Cold beer on a friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio on 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 A cold beer on a friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio on And I've seen sunrise See the love in my man's eyes Feel the touch of a precious child And know a mother's love But 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 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 A cold beer on a friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio on And I've seen sunrise See the love in my man's eyes Feel the touch of a precious child And know a mother's love And a little bit of chicken fried A cold beer on a friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio on I've seen sunrise See the love in my man's eyes Feel the touch of a precious child And know a mother's love And a little bit of chicken fried A cold beer on a friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio on And I've seen sunrise See the love in my man's eyes Feel the touch of a precious child And know a mother's love