Artist: Brad Paisley
Song: Accidental Racist
Album: Wheelhouse
Tuning: Standard
Capo: None
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(Intro)
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(Verse)
To the man that waited on me, at the Starbucks down on Maine
I hope you understand
When I put on that t-shirt, the only thing I meant to say
Is I m, a Skynyrd fan
The red flag on my chest somehow is like the elephant, in the corner of the south
And I just walked him right in the room
Just a proud rebel son with an ol can of worms, looking like I got a lot to learn
But from my point of view
(Chorus)
I m just a white man, coming to you from the southland
Trying to understand what it s like not to be
I m proud of where I m from, but not everything we ve done
And it ain t like you and me can re-write history
Our generation, didn t start this nation
We re still picking up the pieces, walking on eggshells, fighting over yesterday
And caught, between southern pride, and southern blame
(Verse)
They called it Reconstruction, fixed the buildings, dried some tears
But we re still sifting through the rubble, after 150 years
I try to put myself in your shoes, and that s a good place to begin
But it ain t like I can walk a mile, in someone else s skin
(Chorus)
Cause I m a white man, living in the the southland
Just like you I m more than what you see
I m proud of where I m from, but not everything we ve done
And it ain t like you and me can re-write history
Our generation, didn t start this nation
We re still paying for our mistakes that a bunch of folks made long before we came
And caught somewhere, between southern pride - and southern blame
(Rap-verse)
(No chords)
Dear Mr. White Man, I wish you understood
What the world is really like, when you re livin in the hood
Just because my pants are saggin doesn t mean I m up to no good
You should try to get to know me, I really wish you would
Now my chains are gold, but I m still misunderstood
I wasn t there when Sherman s march turned the south into firewood
I want you to get paid, but be a slave I never could
Feel like a new fangled Django dodgin invisible white hoods
So when I see that white cowboy hat, I m thinkin it s not all good
I guess we re both guilty of judgin the cover not the book
I d love to buy you a beer, conversate and clear the air
But I see that red flag, and I think you wish I wasn t here
(Chorus)
I m just a white man, coming to you from the southland
Trying to understand what it s like not to be
I m proud of where I m from, but not everything we ve done
And it ain t like you and me can re-write history
Oh Dixieland - I hope you understand, what this is all about
I m a son of the new south
And I just want to make things right, all that s left is southern pride
(Outro)
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