Chords for Zac Brown band "CHICKEN FRIED" w/Big D & Bubba

_ Zach Brown Band in the studio.
By the way, you can check out their website, zachbrownband.com.
Spell it all out.
No spaces.
No spaces?
I feel like I'm talking to my dad.
But dad, what you do is you put them all together, no spaces, and put .com
after it.
And there's no K in Zach.
And there's no_
that's right, it's Z-A-C.
Actually, you know what?
A lot of people do make that mistake.
I got an email talking about you guys the other day, and they actually put Z-A-K instead of just Z-A-C.
And there's Z-A-C-H.
They show up with full [G] posters Z-A-K.
Do they really?
Oh yeah.
That's great, man.
Or the Zachary [E] Brown Band.
How many times do [F#] you think people brought Deaf [D] Leopard posters and it actually said Deaf like D-E-A-F?
_ _ Or Leopard spelled [D#] correctly as well.
Or Bond, Jovi.
I'm sure there's a bunch of those.
_ _ [N] The guy's in the studio, and it's pretty rare to get everybody in, and everyone's plugged in.
We don't have everybody.
We don't have the drummer, which is why I'm kind of concerned here.
You know, you guys_
What's your little thing that you bought?
The cajon?
We have it.
[G#] Why don't you grab a bucket?
You'll play.
You [F] don't want to have me play.
The thing is, we're about to do Chicken Fried, and the part that gets me amped up every time is when the drums kick in.
And it's like, you know, not taking anything away from the rest of you guys, but it's like, oh yeah, it's a patriotic moment.
You're feeling good.
I'm very interested to see how that's going to pan out without the drummer.
When you think it's over, it's not quite over.
Okay.
So right when it's over, I'm going to go, all right, Zach Brown Band!
And you guys keep going? Yeah.
[F#] Like an idiot?
Okay.
I'm glad you warned me.
Yes, sir.
All right.
Chicken Fried, Zach Brown Band. _
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ [B] _
_ _ [G#] _ _ _ [F#] You know I like my chicken fried
Cold beer on a [C#] Friday night
A pair of [B] jeans that fit just right
And the [F#] radio_
Whoa, whoa, _ _ _ whoa
[C#] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _
_ [F#] I [C#] _ [F#] was raised underneath the shade of a Georgia pine
And that's home, you know
[F#] Sweet tea, [C#] pecan pie, and homemade wine
Where the peaches grow
[F#] And my house is [C#] not much to talk [B] about
_ [C#] _ But it's filled with love that's grown in southern ground
[F#] And a little bit of chicken fried
Cold beer on [C#] a Friday night
A pair of jeans that [B] fit just right
And the radio_
[C#] I [F#] like to see the sunrise
See the love in a woman's eyes
Feel the [B] touch of a precious child
You know a [F#] mother's love
[C#] A little bit of Jimmy [F#] D _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [F#] _
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_ _ Ain't it funny how [C#] it's the little things [B] in life
[C#] That mean the most
Not where you live or what you drive
[B] Or the price tag on your [C#] clothes
There's [F#] no dollar sign on a piece [B] of mine
This I've [C#] come to know
So if you agree, have a drink with me
[B] Raise your glasses for a toast
[G#] To a little bit of chicken fried
Cold [C#] beer on a Friday night
A pair of [B] jeans that fit just right
[F#] And the radio_
I like to see the sunrise
See the love [C#] in a woman's eyes
Feel the touch [B] of a precious child
You [F#] know a mother's love
A [D#m] little bit of Horny [F#] Roy
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[C#] Thank [F#] God for my life
_ Full of [C#] stars and stripes
May [B] freedom forever fly
[F#] Let it ring
Salute the ones who die
The [C#] ones that give their lives
So we [B] don't have to sacrifice
All the [F#] things we [C#] love
Like our [F#] chicken fried
Cold [C#] beer on a Friday night
A pair of [B] jeans that fit just right
And the [F#] _
radio_
I like to see the sunrise
See the [C#] love in a woman's eyes
Feel the [B] touch of a precious child
Y'all sing cold beer [F#] on a Friday night in your car, wherever [C#] you are
Give me [F#] a little chicken fried
Cold beer [G#] on a Friday night
A pair of jeans [B] that fit just right
[F#] And the legs straight up
I like to see the sunrise
_ See the [C#] love in a woman's eyes
Feel the [B] touch of a precious child
You know a [F#] mother's [C#] love
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[F#] _ _ _ [D#m] _ _ _ _ [F#] _
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_ Guys, thanks for coming in.
I think that needs a little_
Thanks for coming in, man.
That's why he has big guns.
He's playing the guitar like [F#] this, man.
[D#] You're mad at your guitar. _
[N] He's like_
_ And I found myself making the same face you're making.
I was going_
If you want to see [G] the face, you can actually go to the website.
We have it posted, the video right there.
BigD and Baba