C
The old home town looks the same
F C
as I step down from the train
G
and there to meet me is my mama and my papa
C C7
down the road I loko and there runs Mary
F
hair of gold and lips like cherries
C G G7 C F C
it's good to touch the green green grass of home
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Yes, they'll all come to meet me, hands reaching, smiling sweetly
C G G7 C
It's good to touch the green green grass of home
The old house is still standing
though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on
down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary
hair of gold and lips like cherries
it's good to touch the green green grass of home
Then I awake and look arounde
four gray walls that surround me
and I realize I as only dreaming
for there's a guard and there's a sad old padre
Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak
again I touch the green green grass of home
