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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 Was "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 old can of worms Looking like I got a lot to learn But from my point of view I'm just a white man Coming to you from the South land Trying 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 picking up the pieces, walking on eggshells Fighting over yesterday And caught between Southern pride And Southern blame They called it "Reconstruction" Fixed the buildings, dried some tears But we're still sifting through the rubble After a hundred-fifty years I've tried to put myself in your shoes And that's a good place to begin It ain't like I can walk a mile in someone else's skin Cause I'm a white man living in the South land 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 We're still paying for the 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 living in the 'hood. Just because my pants are sagging Doesn't mean I'm up to no good. You should 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 newfangled Django Dodging invisible white hoods. So when I see that white cowboy hat I'm thinking it's not all good. I guess we're both guilty Of judging 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) Coming to you from the South land (I won't judge your red flag) Trying 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 some fixing) I hope you understand what this is all about (Quite frankly I'm a black Yankee but I've been thinking 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 got to thank Abraham Lincoln for freeing me, know what I mean?) It's real, it's real It's truth |