Intro: GDCGDVerse:
GDCGD
To the man that waited on me at the Starbucks down on Main, I hope you understand
GDCG
When I put on that t-shirt, the only thing I meant to say is I'm a Skynyrd fan
CEmD
The red flag on my chest somehow is like the elephant in the corner of the south
GDC
And I just walked him right in the room
CEm
Just a proud rebel son with an 'ol can of worms
DGC
Lookin' like I got a lot to learn, but from my point of view
GD
I'm just a white man comin' to you from the southland
CGD
Tryin' to understand what it's like not to be
GBm
I'm proud of where I'm from but not everything we've done
CGD
And it ain't like you and me can re-write history
EmD
Our generation didn't start this nation
GC
We're still pickin' up the pieces, walkin' on eggshells, fightin' over yesterday
GCDG
And caught between southern pride and the southern blame
Verse:
GD
They called it Reconstruction, fixed the buildings, dried some tears
CGD
We're still siftin' through the rubble after a hundred-fifty years
GD
I try to put myself in your shoes and that's a good place to begin
CGD
But it ain't like I can walk a mile in someone else's skin
GD
'Cause I'm a white man livin' in the southland
CGD
Just like you I'm more than what you see
GBm
I'm proud of where I'm from but not everything we've done
CGD
And it ain't like you and me can re-write history
EmD
Our generation didn't start this nation
G
And we're still paying for mistakes
C
That a bunch of folks made long before we came
GCDG
And caught somewhere between southern pride and southern blame
(Verse-rap)
(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
CGD
Now my chains are gold but I'm still misunderstood
I wasn't there when Sherman's March turned the south into firewood
CG
I want you to get paid but be a slave I never could
D
Feel like a new fangled Django, dodgin' invisible white hoods
Am
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
GD
I'm just a white man, Comin' to you from the southland
(If you don't judge my do-rag)
CGD
Tryin' to understand what it's like not to be
(I won't judge your red flag) (yeah)
G
I'm proud of where I'm from
(If you don't judge my gold chains)
Bm
But not everything we've done
(I'll forget the iron chains)
CGD
it ain't like you and me can re-write history
(Can't re-write history baby)
G
Oh, Dixieland
(The relationship between the Mason-Dixon needs some fixin')
DC
I hope you understand, what this is all 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)
AmGC
And I just want to make things right
(Let bygones be bygones)
AmGC
Where all that's left is southern 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)
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.