Crédits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
John Driskell Hopkins
John Driskell Hopkins
Begleitgesang
Marcus Petruska
Marcus Petruska
Schlagzeug
Brent Mason
Brent Mason
E-Gitarre
Joel Williams
Joel Williams
E-Gitarre
Jimmy De Martini
Jimmy De Martini
Begleitgesang
Jimmy Williams
Jimmy Williams
E-Gitarre
Zac Brown
Zac Brown
Akustische Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Wyatt Durrette
Wyatt Durrette
Songwriter:in
Zac Brown
Zac Brown
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Keith Stegall
Keith Stegall
Produzent:in
John Kelton
John Kelton
Mischtechniker:in
George Marino
George Marino
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
John Driskell Hopkins
John Driskell Hopkins
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
Matt Rovey
Matt Rovey
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
Oswald Bowe
Oswald Bowe
Ingenieurassistent:in
Terry Manning
Terry Manning
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
Zac Brown
Zac Brown
Produzent:in

Paroles

You know I like my chicken fried Cold beer on a Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio up Well I was raised up beneath 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 that's grown in southern ground And a little bit of chicken fried Cold beer on a Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio up Well I've seen the sunrise See the love in my woman's eyes Feel the touch of a precious child And know a mother's love Well its 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 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 you glasses for a toast To a little bit of chicken fried Cold beer on a Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio up Well I've seen the sunrise See the love in my woman's eyes Feel the touch of a precious child And know a mother's love I 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 All the things we love 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 the sunrise See the love in my woman's eyes Feel the touch of a precious child And know a mother's love
Writer(s): Wyatt Beasley Durrette, Zac Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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