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 is somehow like the elephant in the corner of the South
And I just walked right into 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 rewrite 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 rewrite history
Our generation didn't start this nation
And we're still payin' for 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 to 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 all 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 there
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 rewrite history
(Can't rewrite history baby)
Oh, Dixieland
(The relationship between the Mason-Dixon needs 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 freein' me, know what I mean)
It's real, it's real
It's truth
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 is somehow like the elephant in the corner of the South
And I just walked right into 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 rewrite 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 rewrite history
Our generation didn't start this nation
And we're still payin' for 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 to 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 all 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 there
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 rewrite history
(Can't rewrite history baby)
Oh, Dixieland
(The relationship between the Mason-Dixon needs 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 freein' me, know what I mean)
It's real, it's real
It's truth
Contributed by anonymous - 2013/4/11 - 03:41
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