Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Accidental Racist, artist - Brad Paisley. Date of issue: 08.04.2013
Song language: English
Accidental Racist |
| 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 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 |
| (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 |