Chicken Fried (Reggae Cover)

You know I like my chicken fried

Cold beer on a Friday night

Pair of jeans that fit just right

And the radio u-up

Well I was raised up beneath the shade of a Texas pine

And that's home you know

Sweet tea pecan pie and homemade wine

Where the peaches grow

And my house is not much to talk about

But it was filled with love that's grown in southern ground

And a little bit of chicken fried

Cold beer on a Friday night

Pair of jeans that fit just right

And the radio u-up

Well I've seen the sunrise

Seen the love in my woman's eyes

Feel the touch of a precious child

And know a mother's love

Well it's funny how it's the little things in life that mean the most

Not where you live or what you drive or the price tag of 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

Cold beer on a Friday night

Pair of jeans that fit just right

And the radio u-up

Well I've seen the sunrise

Seen the love in my woman's eyes

Feel the touch of a precious child

And know a mother's love

Oh, thank God for my life

And for the stars and 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

Like our chicken fried

Cold beer on a Friday night

Pair of jeans that fit just right

And the radio u-up

Well I've seen the sunrise

Seen the love in my woman's eyes

Feel the touch of a precious child

And know a mother's love

Get a little chicken fried

Cold beer on a Friday night

Pair of jeans that fit just right

And the radio u-up

Well I've seen the sunrise

Seen the love in my woman's eyes

Feel the touch of a precious child

And know a mother's love