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Tabbed by: Robin S. Email: robinsa656 at hotmail.com _____________________________________________________________________________ Artist: Brad Paisley Song: Accidental Racist Album: Wheelhouse Tuning: Standard Capo: None _____________________________________________________________________________ CHORDS: (G): 320033 (Bm): x24432 (C): x32010 (D): x00232 (Em) 022000 (F): 133211 (A): x0xxxx (B): x2xxxx (Intro) G - Bm - C - G - D (2x) (Verse)
To the Gman that waited on me, at the BmStarbucks down on Maine I Chope you undersGtand D When GI put on that t-shirt, the only Bmthing I meant to say Is IC'm, a Skynyrd fGan
The Cred flag on myEm chest somehow is like theD elephant, in the corner of the south G And I just Awalked him Bright in the Croom Just a Cproud rebel son with Eman 'ol can of wormsD, looking like I got a lot to learn G But Afrom my Bpoint of Cview
(Chorus)
I'm just a Gwhite man, coming to you from the Bmsouthland Trying to Cunderstand what it's like Gnot to Dbe I'm proud of Gwhere I'm from, but not everytBmhing we've done And it Cain't like you and me can re-write GhistorDy Our geneEmration, didn't start this Dnation
We're still Gpicking up the pieces, Awalking on Beggshells, Cfighting over yesterday And Gcaught, between AsoutBhern Cpride,D and southern Gblame
(Verse)
They Gcalled it Reconstruction, fixed the Bmbuildings, dried some tears But we're stillC sifting through the rubble, after G150 Dyears I try to Gput myself in your shoes, and that's a Bmgood place to begin But it Cain't like I can walk a mile, in Gsomeone else's Dskin
(Chorus)
Cause I'm a Gwhite man, living in the the Bmsouthland Just like Cyou I'm more than what you GseeD I'm proud of Gwhere I'm from, but not everyBmthing we've done And it Cain't like you and me can re-write GhistorDy Our geneEmration, didn't start this Dnation
We're still Gpaying for our mistakes Athat a bunch of Bfolks made Clong before we came And caught someGwhere, between AsoutBhern Cpride D- and southern Gblame
(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 wDould CNow 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
FSo 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 CI'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 Gwhite man, coming to you from the Bmsouthland Trying to Cunderstand what it's like Gnot to Dbe I'm proud of Gwhere I'm from, but not everyBmthing we've done And it Cain't like you and me can re-write GhistorDy EmOh Dixieland - I Dhope you understand, what this is all Cabout I'm a son of the new Csouth And I just Awant to Bmake things Cright, all that's Aleft is BsoutherCn pride
(Outro) G - C - G - C - G