Accidental Racist Lyrics - Wheelhouse - Brad Paisley

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 

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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 

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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 

(RIP 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