Brad Paisley - Accidental racist

^FTo the man that waited on me at the ^GStarbucks down on Main, I ^Fhope you under^Fstand^G When ^FI put on that t-shirt, the only ^Gthing I meant to say is ^FI’m a Skynyr^Fd fan The ^Fred flag on my ^Dmchest somehow is like the e^Glephant in the corner of the south ^F And I just w^Galked him right in the ^Froom Just a ^Fproud rebel son with an ?^Dm??ol can of worms ^G Lookin’ like I got a lot to lear^Fn, but from my point o^Ff view

I’m just ^Fa white man comin’ to you from ^Gthe southland Tryin’ t^Fo understand what it’s l^Fike not^G to be I’m proud o^Ff where I’m from but not e^Emverything we’ve done And it ^Fain’t like you and me can re-writ^Fe hist^Gory Our gener^Dmation didn’t start thi^Gs nation We’re stil^Fl pickin’ up the pieces, walkin’ on eggsh^Fells, fightin’ over yesterday And ^Fcaught between southern ^Fpride^G and the southern ^Fblame

^FThey called it Reconstruction, fixed the ^Gbuildings, dried some tears We’re stil^Fl siftin’ through the rubble afte^Fr a hundred-fi^Gfty years I try to ^Fput myself in your shoes and that’s ^Ga good place to begin But it ^Fain’t like I can walk a mile i^Fn someone else?^G??s skin

‘Cause I’^Fm a white man livin’ i^Gn the southland Just like ^Fyou I’m more than what yo^Fu ^Gsee I’m proud o^Ff where I’m from but not e^Emverything we’ve done And it ^Fain’t like you and me can re-writ^Fe hist^Gory Our gene^Dmration didn’t start thi^Gs nation And we’re stil^Fl paying for mistakes That a bunch of folks made ^Flong before we came And caught ^Fsomewhere between southern ^Fpride^G and southern ^Fblame

Now my c^Fhains are ^Fgold but I’m still misunderstoo^Gd I wasn’t there when Sherman’s March turned the south into firewood ^F I want you to get paid but be a ^Fslave I never could Feel^G like a new fangled Django, dodgin’ invisible white hoods So when I ^Dmsee that white cowboy hat, I’m thinkin’ it’s not all good

I’^Fd 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 ^Fa white man, Comin’ to you from ^Gthe southland (If you don’t judge my do-rag) Tryin’ t^Fo understand what it’s l^Fike not^G to be (I won’t judge your red flag) (yeah) I’m proud o^Ff where I’m from (If you don’t judge my gold chains) But not ^Emeverything we’ve done (I’ll forget the iron chains) it ^Fain’t like you and me can re-writ^Fe hist^Gory (Can’t re-write history baby) ^FOh, Dixieland (The relationship between the Mason-Dixon needs some fixin’) I ^Ghope you understand, what this is all ^Fabout

^FI’m a son of the new south (The past is the past, you feel me) And I just ^Dmwant to ^Fmake things ^Fright (Let bygones be bygones) Where all that’^Dms left i^Fs souther^Fn pride ^F (RIP Robert E. Lee but I’ve gotta thank Abraham Lincoln for freeing me, know what I mean)