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      Accidental Racist (feat. LL Cool J)

      Accidental Racist (feat. LL Cool J)

      Brad Paisley

      Album: Wheelhouse

      To the man that waited on me at the Starbucks down on Main, 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
      Lookin' like I got a lot to learn but from my point of view
      
      I'm just a white man comin' to you from the southland
      Tryin' 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 pickin' up the pieces, walkin' on eggshells, fightin' over yesterday
      And caught between southern pride and southern blame
      
      They called it Reconstruction, fixed the buildings, dried some tears
      We're still siftin' through the rubble after a hundred-fifty 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
      
      'Cause I'm a white man livin' in 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
      And we're still paying for the mistakes
      That a bunch of folks made long before we came
      And caught somewhere between southern pride and southern blame
      
      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
      
      I'm just a white man
      (If you don't judge my do-rag)
      Comin' to you from the southland
      (I won't judge your red flag)
      Tryin' to understand what it's like not to be
      
      I'm proud of where I'm from
      (If you don't judge my gold chains)
      But not everything we've done
      (I'll forget the iron chains)
      it ain't like you and me can re-write history
      (Can't re-write history baby)
      
      Oh, Dixieland
      (The relationship between the Mason-Dixon needs some fixin')
      I hope you understand what this is all about
      (Quite frankly I'm a black Yankee but I've been thinkin' about this lately)
      I'm a son of the new south
      (The past is the past, you feel me)
      And I just want to make things right
      (Let bygones be bygones)
      Where all that's left is southern pride
      (R.I.P. Robert E. Lee but I've gotta thank Abraham Lincoln for freeing me, know what I mean)
      It's real, it's real
      It's truth

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