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