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 Skynyr^Gd fan 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 ?^Em??ol can of worms ^D Lookin’ like I got a lot to lear^Gn, but from my point o^Cf view

I’m just ^Ga white man comin’ to you from ^Dthe southland Tryin’ t^Co understand what it’s l^Gike not^D to be I’m proud o^Gf where I’m from but not e^Bmverything we’ve done And it ^Cain’t like you and me can re-writ^Ge hist^Dory Our gener^Emation didn’t start thi^Ds nation We’re stil^Gl pickin’ up the pieces, walkin’ on eggsh^Cells, fightin’ over yesterday And ^Gcaught between southern ^Cpride^D and the southern ^Gblame

^GThey called it Reconstruction, fixed the ^Dbuildings, dried some tears We’re stil^Cl siftin’ through the rubble afte^Gr a hundred-fi^Dfty years I try to ^Gput myself in your shoes and that’s ^Da good place to begin But it ^Cain’t like I can walk a mile i^Gn someone else?^D??s skin

‘Cause I’^Gm a white man livin’ i^Dn the southland Just like ^Cyou I’m more than what yo^Gu ^Dsee I’m proud o^Gf where I’m from but not e^Bmverything we’ve done And it ^Cain’t like you and me can re-writ^Ge hist^Dory Our gene^Emration didn’t start thi^Ds nation And we’re stil^Gl paying 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 misunderstoo^Dd 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’^Cd 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

I’m just ^Ga white man, Comin’ to you from ^Dthe southland (If you don’t judge my do-rag) Tryin’ t^Co understand what it’s l^Gike not^D to be (I won’t judge your red flag) (yeah) I’m proud o^Gf where 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-writ^Ge hist^Dory (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’^Ams left i^Gs souther^Cn pride ^G (RIP Robert E. Lee but I’ve gotta thank Abraham Lincoln for freeing me, know what I mean)