Lyric
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you
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know
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I
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like
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my
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chicken
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fried
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and
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cold
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beer
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on
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a
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Friday
|
night
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a
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pair
|
of
|
jeans
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that
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fit
|
just
|
right
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and
|
the
|
radio
|
up
|
well
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I
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was
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raised
|
up
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beneath
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the
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shade
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of
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a
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Georgia
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Pine
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and
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that's
|
home
|
you
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know
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sweet
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tea
|
pecan
|
pie
|
|
Lyric
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and
|
homemade
|
wine
|
where
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the
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peaches
|
grow
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and
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my
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house
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it's
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not
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much
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to
|
talk
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about
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but
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it's
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filled
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with
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love
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that's
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grown
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in
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southern
|
ground
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and
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a
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little
|
bit
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of
|
chicken
|
fried
|
cold
|
beer
|
on
|
a
|
Friday
|
night
|
a
|
pair
|
of
|
jeans
|
that
|
fit
|
just
|
right
|
|
Lyric
|
and
|
the
|
radio
|
up
|
I
|
love
|
to
|
see
|
the
|
sun
|
rise
|
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
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it's
|
the
|
little
|
things
|
in
|
life
|
that
|
mean
|
the
|
most
|
not
|
where
|
you
|
live
|
|
Lyric
|
what
|
you
|
drive
|
or
|
the
|
price
|
tag
|
on
|
your
|
clothes
|
there's
|
no
|
dollar
|
sign
|
on
|
a
|
peace
|
of
|
mind
|
this
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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
|
and
|
|
Lyric
|
cold
|
beer
|
on
|
a
|
Friday
|
night
|
a
|
pair
|
of
|
jeans
|
that
|
fit
|
just
|
right
|
and
|
the
|
radio
|
up
|
I
|
love
|
to
|
see
|
the
|
sun
|
rise
|
see
|
the
|
love
|
in
|
my
|
woman's
|
eyes
|
feel
|
the
|
touch
|
of
|
a
|
precious
|
child
|
and
|
know
|
a
|
mother's
|
love
|
I
|
thank
|
|
Lyric
|
God
|
for
|
my
|
life
|
and
|
for
|
the
|
stars
|
and
|
stripes
|
may
|
freedom
|
forever
|
fly
|
let
|
it
|
ring
|
salute
|
the
|
ones
|
who
|
died
|
the
|
ones
|
who
|
give
|
their
|
lives
|
so
|
we
|
don't
|
have
|
to
|
sacrifice
|
all
|
the
|
things
|
we
|
love
|
like
|
our
|
chicken
|
fried
|
and
|
cold
|
beer
|
|
Lyric
|
on
|
a
|
Friday
|
night
|
a
|
pair
|
of
|
jeans
|
that
|
fit
|
just
|
right
|
and
|
the
|
radio
|
up
|
I
|
love
|
to
|
see
|
the
|
sun
|
rise
|
see
|
the
|
love
|
in
|
my
|
woman's
|
eyes
|
feel
|
the
|
touch
|
of
|
a
|
precious
|
child
|
and
|
know
|
a
|
mother's
|
love
|
get
|
a
|
little
|
chicken
|
|
Lyric
|
fried
|
and
|
cold
|
beer
|
on
|
a
|
Friday
|
night
|
a
|
pair
|
of
|
jeans
|
that
|
fit
|
just
|
right
|
and
|
the
|
radio
|
up
|
I
|
love
|
to
|
see
|
the
|
sun
|
rise
|
see
|
the
|
love
|
in
|
my
|
woman's
|
eyes
|
feel
|
the
|
touch
|
of
|
a
|
precious
|
child
|
and
|
know
|
a
|
mother's
|
love
|
|