Common Ground
Common Ground
Common Ground is a poignant civil war ballad still relevant today.
Common Ground
Verse: Sergeant Woods from Ohio
Saw a puff of rifle smoke
And Private Sims from Georgia
Had never shot a man before.
But that Yankee fell,
Not ten feet away.
Verse: The sergeant coughed and cleared his throat,
Reached up and grabbed that rebel's coat,
And said "Son, What's your name?
I'm gonna die but you ain't to blame.
It's a crazy thing,
I ‘d have done the same."
Chorus: But don't you think it's time
We lay these old guns down.
Don't you think it's time,
We found some common ground.
So the story is told today,
How Bull Run waters
Ran red with blue and gray.
Verse: In an attic of an old farm house
Lies a letter long forgotten now
“Dear Mrs. Woods, I’m Private Sims
The poor wretched soul that shot your man
‘Til my dying day
I will hear him say...”
Chorus: Don't you think it's time...
© 1998 Paul Jefferson, Bernie Sims, Marsha Sims, Steve McClintock
Album cut on “Paul Jefferson” by Almo Sounds, produced by Garth Fundis
contact UNA ARIA MUSIC, 519 Cringle Dr., Redwood City, CA 94065
(650) 593-8581 FAX (650) 595-4466 email: <sims@una-aria.com>
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