Brad Paisley ft. LL Cool J - Accidental Racist (WITH LYRICS) video free download

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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

[LL Cool J]

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 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 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)