歌曲名 Accidental Racist 歌手名 Brad Paisley+Ll Cool J

作词：Brad Paisley+Lee Thomas Miller

作曲：Brad Paisley+Lee Thomas Miller

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 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 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