Accidental Racist Lyrics

If you've not heard the song "Accidental Racist" yet, or if you have heard it and just want the Accidental Racist lyrics, then you're in the right place.

 This song is by Brad Paisley and LL Cool J, and unlikely pair to say the least, but with a message that shows the ignorance of racism, and the ignorance of people that label others as racist because of something they wear (such as Brad Paisley's confederate flag shirt, which he says he wore because he likes Lynrd Skynrd).

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 The lyrics are: Songwriters: Smith, James Todd / Paisley, Brad / Miller, Lee Thomas

 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 comin' 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 pickin' up the pieces, walkin' on eggshells, fightin' 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 the mistakes
 That a bunch of folks made long before we came
 And caught between southern pride and southern blame

 Dear Mr. White Man, I wish you understood
 What the world is really like when you're livin' 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, dodgin' invisible white hoods
 So when I see that white cowboy hat, I'm thinkin' it's not all good
 I guess we're both guilty of judgin' 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
 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