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 somehow is like the elephant in the corner of the south
And I just walked 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 re-write 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 re-write history Our generation didn't start this nation And we're still paying for mistakes That a bunch of folks made long before we came
And caught somewhere 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 but 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 both 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 here 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 re-write history (Can't re-write history baby) Oh, Dixieland (The relationship between the Mason-Dixon needs some 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 freeing me, know what I mean)
It's real, it's real
It's truth
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what this is all about (Quite frankly I'm a black Yankee but I've been thinkin' about this lately)
