Brad Paisley, LL Cool J - Accidental Racist lyrics
Brad Paisley [Bradley Douglas Paisley] Glen Dale, West Virginia, U.S. 🇺🇸
LL Cool J [James Todd Smith] Ladies Love Cool James [Long Island, N.Y. U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Brad Paisley, LL Cool J - Accidental Racist lyrics]
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 coming
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 picking up the
Pieces, walking on 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 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 our 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 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
Dodging 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 durag)
Comin' to you from the southland
(I won't judge your red flag)
Tryin' to understand what it's like not to be
(yeah) 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
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 coming
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 picking up the
Pieces, walking on 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 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 our 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 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
Dodging 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 durag)
Comin' to you from the southland
(I won't judge your red flag)
Tryin' to understand what it's like not to be
(yeah) 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