Listen at Your Own Risk: Brad Paisley & LL Cool J’s ‘Accidental Racist’

Country star Brad Paisley and rapper/actor LL Cool J have released a new contender for “Worst Song in the History of the Universe” and it’s called “Accidental Racist.”

In the song LL Cool J extends the olive branch to Paisley, and all fans of the Confederate flag, by offering to buy them beer. But then he pulls away, as if he’s been hurt too many times before saying: “But I see that red flag and I think you wish I wasn’t here, if you don’t judge my du-rag/I won’t judge your red flag.”

So what I take from that is that Cool James doesn’t mind that he’s offended by the Confederate flag, or if someone is offended by him wearing a du-rag, just as long as we can all be offended together.

Last August, LL told MTV how he felt about his return to music:

I just felt like it was time to come back to my roots. I feel like I don’t want to just totally ignore and get away from what got me here. I don’t forget where I came from, and I love music. So it’s time for me to give those LL Cool J fans who have been patiently waiting for an album to give them a real album, not me tinkering around, not some little underground single that bleeds from nowhere, but a real, proper, true album.

This opus will not appear on LL’s new album but on Brad Paisley’s new album Wheelhouse. The Oakland Press reviewed the album saying:

Wheelhouse is as good a time as anything he’s recorded.

Sadly the reviewer makes little mention of “Accidental Racist.”

Read the complete lyrics below.

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 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