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Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Brad Paisley ft. LL Cool J - Accidental Racist Lyrics


To The Man Who 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 Is Somehow 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 Old Can Of Worms
Looking Like I’ve Got A Lot To Learn
But From My Point Of View

I’m Just A White Man
Coming To You From The Southland
Trying 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 
To Rewrite History

Our Generation Didn’t 
Start This Nation
We’re Still Picking Up The Pieces
Walking Over Eggshells

Fighting Over Yesterday
And Caught Between Southern Pride
And Southern Blame
They Called It Reconstruction

Fixed The Buildings, 
Dried Some Tears
We’re Still Sifting 
Through The Rubble

After 150 Years
I’ll Try To Put Myself In Your Shoes
And That’s A Good Place To Begin
It Ain’t Like I Can Walk A Mile

In Someone Else’s Skin
Cause I’m Just A White Man
Living In The Southland
Just Like You, 

I’m More Than What You See
I’m Proud Of Where I’m From
And Not Everything We’ve Done
And It Ain’t Like You 

And Me To Rewrite History
Our Generation Didn’t Start This Nation
And We’re Still Paying For The Mistakes
Than A Bunch Of Folks Made

Long Before We Came
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 Living In The Hood

Just Because My Pants Are Sagging 
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 
Dogging Invisible White Hoods

So When I See That White Cowboy Hat, 
I’m Thinking It’s Not All Good
I Guess We’re Both Guilty Of Judging 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
Coming To You From The Southland
I Won’t Judge Your Red Flag

Trying To Understand 
What It’s Like Not To Be
I’m Proud Of Where I’m From
If You Forget My Gold Chains

But Not Everything We’ve Done
I’ll Forget The Iron Chains
It Ain’t Like You And Me Can Rewrite History
Can’t Rewrite History, Baby

Oh, Dixieland
The Relationship Between 
The Mason-Dixon Needs Some Fixing
I Hope You Understand What This Is All About

Quite Frankly, I’m A Black Yankee, 
But I’ve Been Thinking 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



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