Lyrics

THE GROUND BENEATH YOUR FEET 
 
The ground beneath your feet 
Is oh so holy ground. 
It’s where the Cherokee 
Walked without a sound. 
That long black trail of tears 
That runs through our history, 
Began when warriors wept here 
By the shore of the Hiwassee. 
 
Billy preached his first sermon 
On the ground beneath your feet. 
It’s where General Sherman 
Planned his march to the sea. 
“War is Hell” and Billy Graham, 
Civil War and Calvary, 
Once upon a time they both came 
To Charleston, Tennessee. 
 
There are stories in the soil 
Of victory and defeat, 
Of the quitter and the loyal, 
The bitter and the sweet. 
There are stories in the soil, 
And with every step you’ll meet 
The commonplace and the royal 
On the ground beneath your feet. 
 
You might find an arrowhead 
On the ground beneath your feet. 
Both the living and the dead 
Are ever ready to speak. 
Tighten up your Bible belt, 
This is more than a museum. 
Some things just can’t be felt; 
You have to Tennessee ‘em. 
 
There are stories in the soil 
Of victory and defeat, 
Of the quitter and the loyal, 
The bitter and the sweet. 
There are stories in the soil, 
And with every step you’ll meet 
The commonplace and the royal 
On the ground beneath your feet. 
 
Still the greenest state 
In the land of the free. 
We don’t stand and wait; 
We make history. 
 
There are stories in the soil 
Of victory and defeat, 
Of the quitter and the loyal, 
The bitter and the sweet. 
There are stories in the soil, 
And with every step you’ll meet 
The commonplace and the royal 
On the ground beneath your feet. 
 
 
Copyright © 2008 Lex Zaleta