Zac Brown Band es una banda estadounidense de country fundada en 2002 por el cantante y guitarrista Zac Brown. Originaria de Atlanta, Georgia, esta agrupación es conocida por su habilidad para fusionar diversos géneros como el country, bluegrass, rock y folk, creando un sonido único que ha capturado la atención de audiencias alrededor del mundo.
Zac Brown nació el 31 de julio de 1978 en Cumming, Georgia. Desde joven, mostró una pasión innata por la música, influenciado por diferentes géneros y artistas. Durante sus años en la escuela secundaria, Zac comenzó a tocar la guitarra y a componer sus propias canciones.
En 2002, mientras asistía a la Universidad del Oeste de Georgia, decidió formar su propia banda. Comenzó tocando en pequeños bares y locales, desarrollando un fiel grupo de seguidores locales gracias a sus enérgicas actuaciones en vivo y su talento vocal.
La formación inicial de Zac Brown Band incluía a algunos de los amigos más cercanos de Zac, pero a lo largo de los años, la banda experimentó varios cambios en su alineación antes de consolidarse con los miembros clave:n
En 2008, la banda lanzó su primer álbum de estudio “The
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[Verse 1: Zac Brown]
I have lived in a junkyard
Where the weeds eat up the rain
If you get anything there out of place
You know there's hell to pay
[Chorus 1:]
And he said, "You're as sick as you are lovely
And in need of a hand. "
He tells me, "You are never worthy, "
But I was just a child, you see?
That was my reality
[Verse 2:]
He had a sick little girl
Dirty and hard, with a breast plate made of metal
She drives all day in her rusty Buick
And her feet don't reach the pedals
Got a jar of flies, father's disguise
Where his heart should be
Her mouth is sewn together
She screams with those eyes
[Chorus 2:]
"She is sick, she is lovely
And in need of my hand. " (Yeah he uses his hands)
He tells her, "You are never worthy. "
She was all alone, you see?
That was her reality
[Bridge:]
I should have been sleeping
Should have been dreaming
But I wake up to broken glass
There'll be one more empty desk in my homeroom class
I got an old bone pocket knife tight in my right hand
To save my poor mother from the junkyard man!
[Chorus 3:]
He's as sick as she is lovely
And in need of a hand
He will know he's not worthy
When he dies alone, you see?
That''s his reality
[Chorus 4:]
I'm not sick, I am lovely
Hatred is the curse of man
I will not feel unworthy
Because I have washed my hands, you see?
That's my reality