Brad Paisley - Accidental racist

^GTo the man that waited on me at the ^DStarbucks down on Main, I ^Chope you under^Gstand^D When ^GI put on that t-shirt, the only ^Dthing I meant to say is ^CI'm a Skynyrd ^Gfan The ^Cred flag on my ^Emchest somehow is like the e^Dlephant in the corner of the south ^G And I just w^Dalked him right in the ^Croom Just a ^Cproud rebel son with an '^Emol can of worms ^D Lookin' like I got a lot to learn,^G but from my point of ^Cview

I'm just a ^Gwhite man comin' to you from the ^Dsouthland Tryin' to ^Cunderstand what it's like ^Gnot to ^Dbe I'm proud of ^Gwhere I'm from but not every^Bmthing we've done And it ^Cain't like you and me can re-write ^Ghistor^Dy Our gener^Emation didn't start this ^Dnation We're still ^Gpickin' up the pieces, walkin' on eggshells, ^Cfightin' over yesterday And ^Gcaught between southern ^Cpride^D and the southern ^Gblame

^GThey called it Reconstruction, fixed the ^Dbuildings, dried some tears We're still ^Csiftin' through the rubble after a ^Ghundred-fifty ^Dyears I try to ^Gput myself in your shoes and that's a ^Dgood place to begin But it ^Cain't like I can walk a mile in ^Gsomeone else's ^Dskin

'Cause I'm a ^Gwhite man livin' in the ^Dsouthland Just like ^Cyou I'm more than what you ^Gse^De I'm proud of ^Gwhere I'm from but not every^Bmthing we've done And it ^Cain't like you and me can re-write ^Ghistor^Dy Our gene^Emration didn't start this ^Dnation And we're still ^Gpaying for mistakes That a bunch of folks made ^Clong before we came And caught ^Gsomewhere between southern ^Cpride^D and southern ^Gblame

Now my c^Chains are ^Ggold but I'm still misunderstood ^D I wasn't there when Sherman's March turned the south into firewood ^C I want you to get paid but be a ^Gslave I never could Feel^D like a new fangled Django, dodgin' invisible white hoods So when I ^Amsee that white cowboy hat, I'm thinkin' it's not all good

I'd ^Clove 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

I'm just a ^Gwhite man, Comin' to you from the ^Dsouthland (If you don't judge my do-rag) Tryin' to ^Cunderstand what it's like ^Gnot to ^Dbe (I won't judge your red flag) (yeah) I'm proud of ^Gwhere I'm from (If you don't judge my gold chains) But not ^Bmeverything we've done (I'll forget the iron chains) it ^Cain't like you and me can re-write ^Ghistor^Dy (Can't re-write history baby) ^GOh, Dixieland (The relationship between the Mason-Dixon needs some fixin') I ^Dhope you understand, what this is all ^Cabout

^CI'm a son of the new south (The past is the past, you feel me) And I just ^Amwant to ^Gmake things ^Cright (Let bygones be bygones) Where all that's ^Amleft is ^Gsouthern ^Cpride ^G (RIP Robert E. Lee but I've gotta thank Abraham Lincoln for freeing me, know what I mean)