Song Description

A Conversation between a traditional and a contempory country music listener's

Lyrics

COMMON GROUND Ed Bentley/ Marc Alan Barnette

Was a café in Laredo, some old Greasy spoon.
Stopped for the night to grab a bite and have a cold beer or two
Dropped three dollars in the jukebox, hear'sm country rock n roll
A white haired man in dark glasses, next to me let out a groan

Said "Son that ain't no music, that'll never rock my world"
What happened to the real McCoy's like Johnny, Hank, and Merle"

I said Sir I know, just how you feel
My Daddy raised me up on, fiddle and pedal steel

BUT WE CAN FIND SOME COMMON GROUND
DONT STOP THE MUSIC, DONT TURN IT DOWN
THREE CHORDS AND THE TRUTH, WILL ALWAYS BE AROUND
YEAH WE'LL FIND, SOME COMMON GROUND

We sat back and played some tunes, I drank a few more brews
I played Montgomery-Gentry, he played some Buck and Lefty too
We agreed there ain't no better, than Bocephus to this day
The night wore on, it kept bugging me, "where I've seen that face"

He shook my hand, walked out the door, I stood there all alone
All at once it dawned on me, I'd been hangin' with, -- "GEORGE JONES"

In that South Texas Dive that night
The possum and a rocker, got a few things right

YEAH WE FOUND SOME COMMON GROUND
TURNED THE MUSIC WAY UP LOUD
THREE CHORDS AND THE TRUTH, WE BOTH CAME AROUND
YEAH WE FOUND, SOME COMMON GROUND


WELL WE FOUND SOME COMMON GROUND
TURNED THE MUSIC, WAY UP LOUD
I WONT FORGET THAT NIGHT, ME AN' NO SHOW GETTIN' DOWN
YEAH WE FOUND, SOME COMMON GROUND