Search Chords

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Brad Paisley Ft. LL Cool J - "Accidental Racist" Chords

Brad Paisley Featuring LL Cool J - "Accidental Racist" Chords

Album : Wheelhouse
Genre : Country, Country rap
Label : Arista Nashville
Writer : Brad Paisley, LL Cool J, Lee Thomas Miller
Producer : Brad Paisley

Chords :

(G)  (D)  (C)  (G)  (D)
(G)  (D)  (C)  (G)  (D)

(G)To the man that waited on me at the (D)Starbucks down on Main, I (C)hope you understand(G) (D)
When (G)I put on that t-shirt, the only (D)thing I meant to say is (C)I’m a Skynyrd (G)fan
The (C)red flag on my (Em)chest somehow is like the (D)elephant in the corner of the south
(G)And I just (D)walked him right in the (C)room
Just a (C)proud rebel son with an ‘ol(Em) can of worms
(D)Lookin’ like I got a lot to learn,(G) but from my point of (C)view

I’m just a (G)white man comin’ to you from the (D)southland
Tryin’ to (C)understand what it’s like (G)not to (D)be
I’m proud of (G)where I’m from but not everything(Bm) we’ve done
And it (C)ain’t like you and me can re-write (G)history(D)
Our generation(Em) didn’t start this (D)nation
We’re still (G)pickin’ up the pieces, walkin’ on eggshells, (C)fightin’ over yesterday
And (G)caught between southern (C)pride(D) and the southern (G)blame

(G)They called it Reconstruction, fixed the (D)buildings, dried some tears
We’re still (C)siftin’ through the rubble after a (G)hundred-fifty (D)years
I try to (G)put myself in your shoes and that’s a (D)good place to begin
But it (C)ain’t like I can walk a mile in (G)someone else’s (D)skin

‘Cause I’m a (G)white man livin’ in the (D)southland
Just like (C)you I’m more than what you (G)see(D)
I’m proud of (G)where I’m from but not everything(Bm) we’ve done
And it (C)ain’t like you and me can re-write (G)history(D)
Our (Em)generation didn’t start this (D)nation
And we’re still (G)paying for mistakes
That a bunch of folks made (C)long before we came
And caught (G)somewhere between southern (C)pride(D) and southern (G)blame

(no chord)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 (C)chains are (G)gold but I’m still misunderstood (D)
I wasn’t there when Sherman’s March turned the south into firewood
(C)I want you to get paid but be a (G)slave I never could
Feel(D) like a new fangled Django, dodgin’ invisible white hoods
So when I (Am)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 (C)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 (G)white man, Comin’ to you from the (D)southland
{If you don’t judge my do-rag}
Tryin’ to (C)understand what it’s like (G)not to (D)be
{I won’t judge your red flag} {yeah}
I’m proud of (G)where I’m from
{If you don’t judge my gold chains}
But not (Bm)everything we’ve done
{I’ll forget the iron chains}
it (C)ain’t like you and me can re-write (G)history(D)
{Can’t re-write history baby}
(G)Oh, Dixieland
{The relationship between the Mason-Dixon needs some fixin’}
I (D)hope you understand, what this is all (C)about
{Quite frankly I’m a black Yankee but I’ve been thinkin’ about this lately}
(C)I’m a son of the new south
{The past is the past, you feel me}
And I just (Am)want to (G)make things (C)right
{Let bygones be bygones}
Where all that’s (Am)left is (G)southern (C)pride
(G){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}

No comments: