Old Ground
(folk / acoustic, mid-tempo, raw)
Verse 1
Connie Allen, daylight breakin’
Cold hands, coffee barely wakin’
Me and John in a crooked stand
Rusty nails and a borrowed plan
Cherrywood cut through pine and clay
Boots sunk deep from yesterday
Didn’t know what growin’ meant
Just knew where the truck was parked
Pre-Chorus
We were just kids with loaded hearts
Learnin’ life in the dark
Chorus
That old ground knows my name
Every rut, every bent road sign
Harris mud on the tires
Sydnor nights under coyote cries
We didn’t know it then, but we were bein’ found
By dirt and time on old ground
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Verse 2
Me and Tyler, Harris late
Red eyes glow across the gate
Old field hums, the wind cuts sharp
Moonlight playin’ on the dark
Thompson road past midnight
Headlights cuttin’ through the white
Didn’t say much, didn’t need to
That silence taught us truth
Pre-Chorus
Didn’t have much but time and dirt
And nights that taught you what you’re worth
Chorus
That old ground knows my name
Every rut, every bent road sign
Cherrywood ponds at break of day
Catfish blood on a fillet knife
We didn’t know it then, but we were bein’ shaped
By scars and grace on old ground
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Verse 3
Weathered oaks in swamp water deep
Turkeys sound off, the woods all breathe
Quail bust wild, old bird dog shakes
Heart beats hard for heaven’s sake
Sketchy stands we shouldn’t trust
Rusty bolts and borrowed luck
Some trees hold more than bark and scars
They hold who you were, and who you are
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Bridge (drop the strum, half-time)
I don’t know if heaven’s got tall pine trees
Or whitetail bucks with ten-inch tines
Don’t know if there’s backroad dust in the breeze
Or mornings cold like November time
But if it’s peace and it feels like home
If it’s quiet enough to hear old voices again
Lord, I hope it looks a little like the places
Where You taught us how to be men
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Final Chorus
Yeah that old ground knows my name
Even now that I’ve changed
Connie Allen still pulls me back
When life feels heavy and faith feels thin
If heaven’s real and I make it there someday
I reckon I’ll recognize the land
Standin’ right there with the ones I miss
On old ground, again
Outro
Cherrywood… Harris slow
Sydnor nights… Thompson home
WeatheredOakStudios
