Chords for Brad Paisley Feat LL Cool J- Accidental Racist (With Lyrics)
Tempo:
70.1 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
Bm
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Bm]
[C] [G] [D]
[G] [Bm]
[C] [G] [D]
[Bm] I [C] hope [C] you [G] understand.
[D]
I put on that t-shirt, the [Bm] only thing I meant to say.
[C] Cause I'm a Skinner [G] fan.
[Am] And the red flag on [Em] my chest somehow is [D] like the elephant in a corner of the [G] South.
And I just walked in right in [C] the room.
[Am] Just a proud rebel son [Em] of an old can of worms.
[D] Looking like I got a lot to learn.
[G] But from my point [C] of view, [D] I'm just [G] a white man.
Coming to you [Bm] from the Southland.
[C] Trying to understand what it's [G] like not [D] to be.
I'm proud of where I'm from.
But not [Bm] everything we've done.
[C] And it ain't like you and me can rewrite [G] history.
Our [E] [Em] generation didn't start [D] this nation.
But we're [G] still picking up the pieces.
Walking on [C] eggshells, fighting over yesterday.
[G] And caught between Southern [C] pride [D] and [G] Southern blame.
They called it Reconstruction.
[Bm] Fixed the buildings, dried some tears.
[C] And we're still sifting through the rubble.
[G] After 150 [D] years, [G] I'll try to put myself in your shoes.
[Bm] And that's a good place to begin.
[C] It ain't like I can walk a mile [G] in someone [D] else's skin.
Because [G] I'm a white man living [Bm] in the Southland.
[C] Just like you, I'm more than what [G] we see.
[D] I'm [G] proud of where I'm from.
But not [Bm] everything we've done.
[C] And it ain't like you and me can [G] rewrite [D] history.
Our [Em] generation didn't [D] start this nation.
But [G] we're still paying for the mistakes that a bunch of [C] folks
made long before [G] we came.
And caught somewhere between Southern [C] [D] pride and [G] Southern blame.
[Em] Dear Mr.
White Man, I wish you [D] understood.
What the world is really like when you're living in the hood.
Just [G] because my pants are sagging doesn't mean I'm up to no good.
You should [D] try to get to know me.
I really wish you [E] would.
Now my chains are [G] gold, but I'm still misunderstood.
[D] I wasn't there when Sherman's march turned the South into firewood.
[Am] I want you to get [G] paid or be a slave, I never [D] could.
Feel like a newfangled, jangled, dodging, invisible white [C] hood.
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 [Am] book.
I'd love to buy you a beer, conversate, clear the air.
But I see that red flag [E] and I think you wish I wasn't [G] here.
Mr.
White Man, come [Bm] to your common Southland.
[C] Try to understand what [G] it's like not [D] to see.
I'm [G] proud of where I'm from, but [Bm] not everything we've done.
[C] It ain't like you and me can [G] rewrite [D] history.
Can't rewrite [Em] history, baby.
Oh, [E] Dixieland.
The [Em] relationship between the Mace and Dixon [D] needs some fixing.
I hope you understand what this is [C] all about.
Quite frankly, I'm a black Yankee, but I've been thinking about this lately.
I'm the son of the [G] new South.
[C] It passes the passion, feel me?
And [Am] I just want to make [C] things right.
[Am] All that's left is [C] Southern [G] pride.
R.I.P. Robert E.
Lee.
I got to thank Abraham Lincoln for freeing me.
Know what I mean?
It's real.
[C] [G] [D]
[G] [Bm]
[C] [G] [D]
[Bm] I [C] hope [C] you [G] understand.
[D]
I put on that t-shirt, the [Bm] only thing I meant to say.
[C] Cause I'm a Skinner [G] fan.
[Am] And the red flag on [Em] my chest somehow is [D] like the elephant in a corner of the [G] South.
And I just walked in right in [C] the room.
[Am] Just a proud rebel son [Em] of an old can of worms.
[D] Looking like I got a lot to learn.
[G] But from my point [C] of view, [D] I'm just [G] a white man.
Coming to you [Bm] from the Southland.
[C] Trying to understand what it's [G] like not [D] to be.
I'm proud of where I'm from.
But not [Bm] everything we've done.
[C] And it ain't like you and me can rewrite [G] history.
Our [E] [Em] generation didn't start [D] this nation.
But we're [G] still picking up the pieces.
Walking on [C] eggshells, fighting over yesterday.
[G] And caught between Southern [C] pride [D] and [G] Southern blame.
They called it Reconstruction.
[Bm] Fixed the buildings, dried some tears.
[C] And we're still sifting through the rubble.
[G] After 150 [D] years, [G] I'll try to put myself in your shoes.
[Bm] And that's a good place to begin.
[C] It ain't like I can walk a mile [G] in someone [D] else's skin.
Because [G] I'm a white man living [Bm] in the Southland.
[C] Just like you, I'm more than what [G] we see.
[D] I'm [G] proud of where I'm from.
But not [Bm] everything we've done.
[C] And it ain't like you and me can [G] rewrite [D] history.
Our [Em] generation didn't [D] start this nation.
But [G] we're still paying for the mistakes that a bunch of [C] folks
made long before [G] we came.
And caught somewhere between Southern [C] [D] pride and [G] Southern blame.
[Em] Dear Mr.
White Man, I wish you [D] understood.
What the world is really like when you're living in the hood.
Just [G] because my pants are sagging doesn't mean I'm up to no good.
You should [D] try to get to know me.
I really wish you [E] would.
Now my chains are [G] gold, but I'm still misunderstood.
[D] I wasn't there when Sherman's march turned the South into firewood.
[Am] I want you to get [G] paid or be a slave, I never [D] could.
Feel like a newfangled, jangled, dodging, invisible white [C] hood.
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 [Am] book.
I'd love to buy you a beer, conversate, clear the air.
But I see that red flag [E] and I think you wish I wasn't [G] here.
Mr.
White Man, come [Bm] to your common Southland.
[C] Try to understand what [G] it's like not [D] to see.
I'm [G] proud of where I'm from, but [Bm] not everything we've done.
[C] It ain't like you and me can [G] rewrite [D] history.
Can't rewrite [Em] history, baby.
Oh, [E] Dixieland.
The [Em] relationship between the Mace and Dixon [D] needs some fixing.
I hope you understand what this is [C] all about.
Quite frankly, I'm a black Yankee, but I've been thinking about this lately.
I'm the son of the [G] new South.
[C] It passes the passion, feel me?
And [Am] I just want to make [C] things right.
[Am] All that's left is [C] Southern [G] pride.
R.I.P. Robert E.
Lee.
I got to thank Abraham Lincoln for freeing me.
Know what I mean?
It's real.
Key:
G
C
D
Bm
Em
G
C
D
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ I [C] hope [C] you [G] understand.
_ [D] _
I put on that t-shirt, the [Bm] only thing I meant to say.
[C] Cause I'm a Skinner [G] fan. _ _
[Am] And the red flag on [Em] my chest somehow is [D] like the elephant in a corner of the [G] South.
And I just walked in right in [C] the room. _ _
[Am] Just a proud rebel son [Em] of an old can of worms.
[D] Looking like I got a lot to learn.
[G] _ But from my point [C] of view, [D] I'm just [G] a white man.
Coming to you [Bm] from the _ Southland.
[C] Trying to understand what it's [G] like not [D] to be.
I'm proud of where I'm from.
But not [Bm] everything we've done.
[C] And it ain't like you and me can rewrite [G] _ history.
Our [E] _ [Em] generation didn't start [D] this nation.
But we're [G] still picking up the pieces.
Walking on [C] eggshells, fighting over yesterday.
[G] And caught between Southern [C] pride [D] and [G] Southern blame. _ _ _ _ _
They called it Reconstruction.
[Bm] Fixed the buildings, dried some tears.
[C] And we're still sifting through the rubble.
[G] After 150 [D] years, [G] I'll try to put myself in your shoes.
[Bm] And that's a good place to begin.
[C] It ain't like I can walk a mile [G] in someone [D] else's skin.
Because [G] I'm a white man living [Bm] in the _ Southland.
[C] Just like you, I'm more than what [G] we see.
_ [D] I'm [G] proud of where I'm from.
But not [Bm] everything we've done.
[C] And it ain't like you and me can [G] rewrite [D] history.
Our [Em] _ generation didn't [D] start this nation.
But [G] we're still paying for the mistakes that a bunch of [C] folks
made long before [G] we came.
And caught somewhere between Southern [C] _ [D] pride and [G] Southern blame. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] Dear Mr.
White Man, I wish you [D] understood.
What the world is really like when you're living in the hood.
Just [G] because my pants are sagging doesn't mean I'm up to no good.
You should [D] try to get to know me.
I really wish you [E] would.
Now my chains are [G] gold, but I'm still misunderstood.
[D] I wasn't there when Sherman's march turned the South into firewood.
[Am] I want you to get [G] paid or be a slave, I never [D] could.
Feel like a newfangled, jangled, dodging, invisible white [C] hood.
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 [Am] book.
I'd love to buy you a beer, conversate, clear the air.
But I see that red flag [E] and I think you wish I wasn't [G] here.
Mr.
White Man, come [Bm] to your common Southland.
[C] Try to understand what [G] it's like not [D] to see.
I'm [G] proud of where I'm from, but [Bm] not everything we've done.
[C] It ain't like you and me can [G] rewrite [D] history.
Can't rewrite [Em] history, baby.
Oh, _ [E] Dixieland.
The [Em] relationship between the Mace and Dixon [D] needs some fixing.
I hope you understand what this is [C] all about.
Quite frankly, I'm a black Yankee, but I've been thinking about this lately.
I'm the son of the [G] new South.
[C] It passes the passion, feel me?
And [Am] I just want to make [C] things right.
[Am] All that's left is [C] Southern [G] pride. _
_ R.I.P. Robert E.
Lee.
I got to thank Abraham Lincoln for freeing me.
Know what I mean?
_ It's real. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ I [C] hope [C] you [G] understand.
_ [D] _
I put on that t-shirt, the [Bm] only thing I meant to say.
[C] Cause I'm a Skinner [G] fan. _ _
[Am] And the red flag on [Em] my chest somehow is [D] like the elephant in a corner of the [G] South.
And I just walked in right in [C] the room. _ _
[Am] Just a proud rebel son [Em] of an old can of worms.
[D] Looking like I got a lot to learn.
[G] _ But from my point [C] of view, [D] I'm just [G] a white man.
Coming to you [Bm] from the _ Southland.
[C] Trying to understand what it's [G] like not [D] to be.
I'm proud of where I'm from.
But not [Bm] everything we've done.
[C] And it ain't like you and me can rewrite [G] _ history.
Our [E] _ [Em] generation didn't start [D] this nation.
But we're [G] still picking up the pieces.
Walking on [C] eggshells, fighting over yesterday.
[G] And caught between Southern [C] pride [D] and [G] Southern blame. _ _ _ _ _
They called it Reconstruction.
[Bm] Fixed the buildings, dried some tears.
[C] And we're still sifting through the rubble.
[G] After 150 [D] years, [G] I'll try to put myself in your shoes.
[Bm] And that's a good place to begin.
[C] It ain't like I can walk a mile [G] in someone [D] else's skin.
Because [G] I'm a white man living [Bm] in the _ Southland.
[C] Just like you, I'm more than what [G] we see.
_ [D] I'm [G] proud of where I'm from.
But not [Bm] everything we've done.
[C] And it ain't like you and me can [G] rewrite [D] history.
Our [Em] _ generation didn't [D] start this nation.
But [G] we're still paying for the mistakes that a bunch of [C] folks
made long before [G] we came.
And caught somewhere between Southern [C] _ [D] pride and [G] Southern blame. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] Dear Mr.
White Man, I wish you [D] understood.
What the world is really like when you're living in the hood.
Just [G] because my pants are sagging doesn't mean I'm up to no good.
You should [D] try to get to know me.
I really wish you [E] would.
Now my chains are [G] gold, but I'm still misunderstood.
[D] I wasn't there when Sherman's march turned the South into firewood.
[Am] I want you to get [G] paid or be a slave, I never [D] could.
Feel like a newfangled, jangled, dodging, invisible white [C] hood.
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 [Am] book.
I'd love to buy you a beer, conversate, clear the air.
But I see that red flag [E] and I think you wish I wasn't [G] here.
Mr.
White Man, come [Bm] to your common Southland.
[C] Try to understand what [G] it's like not [D] to see.
I'm [G] proud of where I'm from, but [Bm] not everything we've done.
[C] It ain't like you and me can [G] rewrite [D] history.
Can't rewrite [Em] history, baby.
Oh, _ [E] Dixieland.
The [Em] relationship between the Mace and Dixon [D] needs some fixing.
I hope you understand what this is [C] all about.
Quite frankly, I'm a black Yankee, but I've been thinking about this lately.
I'm the son of the [G] new South.
[C] It passes the passion, feel me?
And [Am] I just want to make [C] things right.
[Am] All that's left is [C] Southern [G] pride. _
_ R.I.P. Robert E.
Lee.
I got to thank Abraham Lincoln for freeing me.
Know what I mean?
_ It's real. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _