I heard a country song a while ago and I wondered why I loved it so much. If you like country you would know this song, Chicken Fried. The lyrics are as follows:
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
And its funny how it’s the little things in life that mean the most
Not where you live, 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
And 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’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
This song when I first heard it just had a catchy tune. Then the millionth time I heard it while traveling across country on vacation it sank in. "Why can't I be happy with something as a nice pair of jeans, my lovely wife, the tenderness of my children?" This coupled with the many talk radio shows I was listening to I realized that this is what we are missing today. Who speaks for us who want nothing more grandeur then the simple joys of life? Why doesn't someone praise those of use who love our country, our God, our family, and our fried chicken?
People who love these things get wrote off as gun toating rednecks, ignorant hicks, or simple folk. I tell you the truth, I would trust a man satisfied with the simple things in life to go to capitol hill and represent me before I would consider trusting a socially ignorant, Ivy league graduates, who "have the best intention" towards us.
This is our country too. It is time we get more people out of PTA and into DC. Not union leaders, community organizers, lawyers, political science majors, or whoever is the pop culture buzz of today.
Read those lyrics again, and tell me you don't feel respect for the writer of that song. I have more desire to be that man then a millionaire, and I am willing to bet a lot of Americans feel the same.
i think I know that sone, but I've never heard the words before. A huge thanks, buddy.
ReplyDeleteHave you ever wrote down the simple things? I'm thinking I would go ahead nd blog on that.
hey, you notice the line about a mothers love?
t was early one morning
ReplyDeletePlaya del coma
Thats when I first Met Jose
He had a 12 ft schooned
and a 3 foot cooler
full of the catch of the day
He was wrinkled from grinnin
And the Sun he had been in
He was bearfoot, Cervasa in Hand
He said Gracias Senior
When I paid him to much for
All of the snapper he had
I told him, "My friend it ain't nothin"
In the best broken Spanish I knew
I said "I make a good living back home where I'm from"
He smiled and Said "Amigo Me Too"
He said "I fish
I Play my guitar
I Laugh at the bar with my friends
I Go home to my wife
I Pray every night
I could do it all over again"
Somewhere over Texas
I thought of my Lexus
all the stuff I work hard for
all the things that I gathered
From climbing that ladder
didn't make much sense anymore
They say my nest egg ain't ready to hatch yet
They keep holding my feet to the fire
They call it paying the price
So that one day i might
Have what I need to retire
And just fish
Play my guitar
Laugh at the bar with my friends
Go home to my wife
Pray every night
I could do it all over again
And to think for a while there that I had it made
When the truth is I'm really just dying
To live like Jose
And just fish
Play my guitar
Laugh at the bar with my friends
Go home to my wife
Pray every night
I could do it all over again
Wouldn't that be the life?
So your post made me think of this song. You want a simple man, you found him. My idea of a great full-filling life has everything to do with just taking in the simple things and embracing them. Sitting on the front porch watching my kids grow up and sitting there rocking the years away with Brandee. That is the life. Simplicity, it's a beautiful thing.
The song hit the nail on the head for me. I will probably never be a wealthy man, but I will be the richest man alive, because I know exactly what I want in life and I have that now.