Tuning: Standard Capo: None 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) 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