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GREEN, GREEN GRASS OF HOME
Curly Putman

The old hometown 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.

CHORUS: 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 standing,
But the paint is cracked and worn,
And there's that old oak tree that I used to climb 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. CHORUS

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.

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CAMPSITE AT DRUMCREE

Drumcree looks much the same.
On the hill above the plain,
Flaps the residence of Kittery and McAutry.
There's broken glass and wire that's barbed
And boys decked out in marching garb.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

CHORUS: Oh yes, they'll all come to greet me,
Arms outstretched and smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

My oul' tent is still standin'
And me sleepin' bag is dry,
And there's the oul' latrine I used to wee in.
Down the road I walk that's called Garvaghy,
A trip that always makes me happy.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. CHORUS

The army and the lawmen
Say, "Up the road you go, men!
Never mind the residents complaining."
And we play "The Ducks of Magheralin"
Even though the tune's a din
And then we play "The Green Slopes of the Boyne." CHORUS

But then I wake and look around me.
A thousand cops surround me,
And I realise that I was only dreamin';
For the hoors in thon oul' Walks Commission,
On our parades are forever pishin',
So we're camped out on the green, green grass of home.

FINAL CHORUS: Oh yes, they've stifled our ambition,
The hoors in the Walks Commission
So we're camped out on the green, green grass of home.

From http://www.farmboymusic.com/old/lyric_thegreengreengrassofhome.html

THE GREEN, GREEN GRASS OF HOME
Lyrics copyright 1994 by Clyde Bauman

My old back yard looks the same as I step out in the rain,
And there to greet me is my hound dog and the silo.
Down the path I walk to the old two-holer.
I sure am glad it ain't no colder
As I walk across the green, green grass of home.

My outhouse is still standing with the half-moon on the door,
And there's that great big painted plank I love to sit on.
When I sit in there, there's never many -
Just me and God, and J. C. Penney -
And around me grows the green, green grass of home.

Then I stand up and look around me
At all the corncobs that surround me
And I realize: I'm glad it's not December.
When it's cold out, I try not to shiver,
'Cause when I do, I get a sliver!
And I bleed all over the green, green grass of home.

Every now and then, I just don't make it -
Sometimes my kidneys just can't take it -
And that's why we have such green, green grass at home.

From http://nfldsongs.tripod.com/06/grass.htm:

GREEN, GREEN GRASS OF HOME
(Joan Morrissey Rendition)

The old hometown looks the same
As I fall down from the train
And there to meet me is Joe Smallwood and John Crosbie.
Down the lane I look, and there runs Neary,
Lookin' oh so sad and weary.
It's good to smoke the green, green grass of home.

CHORUS: Yes, they've all come to meet me,
Arms a-reachin' smiling sweetly,
It's so good to smoke the green, green grass of home.

The old house is still standing,
But our treasury has run dry;
And there's that old seat that Valour used to sit on.
Down the lane I look, and there runs Rossy,
Chasin' after our old cow Bossy.
We're gonna have some green, green grass at home. CHORUS