CHORDS:
(G): 320033
(Bm): x24432
(C): x32010
(D): x00232
(Em) 022000
(F): 133211
(A): x0xxxx
(B): x2xxxx
(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)
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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
