To a little bit of chicken 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 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 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
Holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other the person to die ......
"When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, "I used everything you gave me."
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