Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Chicken fried

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

(Chorus)

Well its funny how it`s the little things in life that mean the most
Not where you live or the car 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

(Chorus)

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

-The Zac Brown Band, Chicken Fried; Here's the music video.

The bolded text shocked me the first time I heard it. My goodness, is he saying he's glad people died so that he could have the following things?!?! Obviously, it's figurative- they didn't die for that. All the same it would appear that he is saying it was for that lifestyle, etc. How pathetic, doesn't he know that they died for freedom, and justice, and humanity?

Then again, what does that even mean? Those are abstractions. Maybe it's better to die for chicken fried.

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