tabbed by : robin s .
email : robinsa656 at hotmail . com
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artist : brad paisley
song : accidental racist
album : wheelhouse
tuning : standard
capo : none
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chords :
( G ) : 320033
( Bm ) : x24432
( C ) : x32010
( D ) : x00232
( Em ) 022000
( F ) : 133211
( A ) : x0
xxxx ( B ) : x2
xxxx ( intro )
G – Bm – C – G – D ( 2x )
( verse )
G Bm
to the man that waited on me , at the starbucks down on maine
C G D
i hope you understand
G Bm
when i put on that t – shirt , the only thing i meant to say
C G
is i’m , a skynyrd fan
C Em D
the red flag on my chest somehow is like the elephant , in the corner of the south
G A B C
and i just walked him right in the room
C Em D
just a proud rebel son with an ’ol can of worms , looking like i got a lot to learn
G A B C
but from my point of view
( chorus )
G Bm
i’m just a white man , coming to you from the southland
C G D
trying to understand what it’s like not to be
G Bm
i’m proud of where i’m from , but not everything we’ve done
C G D
and it ain’t like you and me can re – write history
Em D
our generation , didn’t start this nation
G A B C
we’re still picking up the pieces , walking on eggshells , fighting over yesterday
G A B C D G
and caught , between southern pride , and southern blame
( verse )
G Bm
they called it reconstruction , fixed the buildings , dried some tears
C G D
but we’re still sifting through the rubble , after 150 years
G Bm
i try to put myself in your shoes , and that’s a good place to begin
C G D
but it ain’t like i can walk a mile , in someone else’s skin
( chorus )
G Bm
cause i’m a white man , living in the the southland
C G D
just like you i’m more than what you see
G Bm
i’m proud of where i’m from , but not everything we’ve done
C G D
and it ain’t like you and me can re – write history
Em D
our generation , didn’t start this nation
G A B C
we’re still paying for our mistakes that a bunch of folks made long before we came
G A B C D G
and caught somewhere , between southern pride – and southern blame
( rap – verse )
( no chords )
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
D
you should try to get to know me , i really wish you would
C
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
F
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
C
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
( chorus )
G Bm
i’m just a white man , coming to you from the southland
C G D
trying to understand what it’s like not to be
G Bm
i’m proud of where i’m from , but not everything we’ve done
C G D
and it ain’t like you and me can re – write history
Em D C
oh dixieland – i hope you understand , what this is all about
C
i’m a son of the new south
A B C A B C
and i just want to make things right , all that’s left is southern pride
( outro )
G – C – G – C – G
tabbed by : robin s .
email : robinsa656 at hotmail . com
_____________________________________________________________________________
artist : brad paisley
song : accidental racist
album : wheelhouse
tuning : standard
capo : none
_____________________________________________________________________________
chords :
( G ) : 320033
( Bm ) : x24432
( C ) : x32010
( D ) : x00232
( Em ) 022000
( F ) : 133211
( A ) : x0
xxxx ( B ) : x2
xxxx ( intro )
G – Bm – C – G – D ( 2x )
( verse )
G Bm
to the man that waited on me , at the starbucks down on maine
C G D
i hope you understand
G Bm
when i put on that t – shirt , the only thing i meant to say
C G
is i’m , a skynyrd fan
C Em D
the red flag on my chest somehow is like the elephant , in the corner of the south
G A B C
and i just walked him right in the room
C Em D
just a proud rebel son with an ’ol can of worms , looking like i got a lot to learn
G A B C
but from my point of view
( chorus )
G Bm
i’m just a white man , coming to you from the southland
C G D
trying to understand what it’s like not to be
G Bm
i’m proud of where i’m from , but not everything we’ve done
C G D
and it ain’t like you and me can re – write history
Em D
our generation , didn’t start this nation
G A B C
we’re still picking up the pieces , walking on eggshells , fighting over yesterday
G A B C D G
and caught , between southern pride , and southern blame
( verse )
G Bm
they called it reconstruction , fixed the buildings , dried some tears
C G D
but we’re still sifting through the rubble , after 150 years
G Bm
i try to put myself in your shoes , and that’s a good place to begin
C G D
but it ain’t like i can walk a mile , in someone else’s skin
( chorus )
G Bm
cause i’m a white man , living in the the southland
C G D
just like you i’m more than what you see
G Bm
i’m proud of where i’m from , but not everything we’ve done
C G D
and it ain’t like you and me can re – write history
Em D
our generation , didn’t start this nation
G A B C
we’re still paying for our mistakes that a bunch of folks made long before we came
G A B C D G
and caught somewhere , between southern pride – and southern blame
( rap – verse )
( no chords )
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
D
you should try to get to know me , i really wish you would
C
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
F
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
C
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
( chorus )
G Bm
i’m just a white man , coming to you from the southland
C G D
trying to understand what it’s like not to be
G Bm
i’m proud of where i’m from , but not everything we’ve done
C G D
and it ain’t like you and me can re – write history
Em D C
oh dixieland – i hope you understand , what this is all about
C
i’m a son of the new south
A B C A B C
and i just want to make things right , all that’s left is southern pride
( outro )
G – C – G – C – G
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