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GREEN, GREEN GRASS OF HOME The old home town looks the same As I step down from the train, And there to greet me are my momma and my daddy .Down the road I look and there runs Mary, Hair of gold and lips like cherries ,It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. cho: Yes, they'll all come to see me, Arms a-reachin', smilin' sweetly, It's so good to touch the green, green grass of home. The old house is still a-standin', But the paint is cracked and worn, And there's that old oak tree that I used to climb on. Down the road I walk with my sweet Mary, Hair of hold and lips like cherries, It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. Then I awake and look around me, At the gray walls all around me, And I realize that I was only dreamin' ,'Cause there's a guard and a sad old padre, Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak; Again I'll touch the green, green grass of home (final chorus) Yes, they'll all come to see me In the shade of that old oak tree As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home. @jail @death @country filename[ GRNGRSHM BS oct99 |
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