Chicken Fried Zac Brown Band

Chicken Fried

Zac Brown Band

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0:00 3:48
Afinación Medio tono abajo (Eb Ab Db Gb Bb Eb)
Compás 4/4
Tonalidad: F#
Cejilla:
Sin cejilla
Rasgueo 1

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Letra

[Intro]
F# C# B
F#                   F#
  You know I like my chicken fried

[Chorus]
               C#
Cold beer on a Friday night
                        B
A pair of jeans that fit just right
              F# C#
And the radio up

[Pre-Verse]
    F# | - - | -

[Verse 1]
C# B F#
C#           F#                          C#
  Well I was raised up be neath the shade  of a Georgia
    B
pine
           C#
And that's home you know
F#                  C#
sweet tea, pecan pie  and homemade wine
B          C#
 Where the peaches grow
    F#                C#                B
And my house it's not much to talk about
C#         F#                       C#                  B
  But it's filled with love is grown  on southern ground
C#                    F#
  And a little bit of chicken fried

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

[Verse 2]
    F#                 C#                   B     C#
Its funny how it's the little things in life that mean the
most
    F#
Not where you live,
C#                    B                        C#
what you drive or the price tag on your clothes
           F#               C#
There's no dollar sign on a piece of mind;
B
this I've come to know
C#      F#               C#
  So if you agree have a drink with me
           B                  C#
Raise your glasses for a toast
                   F#
To a little bit of chicken fried

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

[Solo]
    F# | - - | - C# | - -  |
| - B  | - - | - F# | - C# |
| - F# | - - | - C# | - -  |
| - B  | - - | - F# | - C# |
| -

[Break]
F# B F#
C#            F#
  I thank god for my life

[Bridge]
                 C#
And for the stars  and stripes
              B                 F#
May freedom forever fly, let it ring.
C#               F#
  Salute the ones  who died
                  C#
the ones that gave  their lives so we don't have to
B
sacrifice
                  F#  C#
All the things we love

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

[Outro]
    F# |

Compases

[Intro]
| F# -  | - - | C# -  | - - |
| B  -  | - - | -  F# | - - |
| -  F# | - - | - 

You know I like my chicken fried

[Chorus]
                C# | - -  |
| - B | - - | - F# | - C# |
| -

Cold beer on a Friday night
A pair of jeans that fit just right
And the radio up

[Pre-Verse]
    F# | - - | -

[Verse 1]
                  C# | - -  |
| - B  | - -  | - F# | - C# |
| - F# | - C# | - B  | - C# |
| - F# | - C# | - B  | - C# |
| - F# | - C# | - B  | - C# |
| - F# | - C# | - B  | - C# |
| - F# | - -  | -

Well I was raised up be neath 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 is grown  on southern ground
And a little bit of chicken fried

[Chorus]
                 C# | - -  |
| - B  | - - | - F# | - C# |
| - F# | - - | - C# | - -  |
| - B  | - - | - F# | - C# |
| -

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

[Verse 2]
    F# | - C# | - B | - C# |
| - F# | - C# | - B | - C# |
| - F# | - C# | - B | - C# |
| - F# | - C# | - B | - C# |
| - F# | - -  | -

Its 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

[Chorus]
                 C# | - -  |
| - B  | - - | - F# | - C# |
| - F# | - - | - C# | - -  |
| - B  | - - | - F# | - C# |
| -

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

[Solo]
    F# | - - | - C# | - -  |
| - B  | - - | - F# | - C# |
| - F# | - - | - C# | - -  |
| - B  | - - | - F# | - C# |
| -

[Break]
    F# | - - | - -  | - -  |
| - B  | - - | - F# | - C# |
| - F# | - - | -

I thank god for my life

[Bridge]
                 C# | - -  |
| - B  | - - | - F# | - C# |
| - F# | - - | - C# | - -  |
| - B  | - - | - F# | - C# |
| -

And for the stars  and stripes
May freedom forever fly, let it ring.
Salute the ones  who died
the ones that gave  their lives so we don't have to
sacrifice
All the things we love

[Chorus]
    F# | - - | - C# | - -  |
| - B  | - - | - F# | - C# |
| - F# | - - | - C# | - -  |
| - B  | - - | - F# | - C# |
| - F# | - - | - C# | - -  |
| - B  | - - | - F# | - C# |
| - F# | - - | - C# | - -  |
| - B  | - - | - F# | - C# |
| -

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

[Outro]
    F# |

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