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The old hometown looks the same as I stepped down from the train
And there to meet me was my mama and my papa
And down the road I looked and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherry
It′s good to touch the green green grass of home
Yes they've all come to meet me arms areached smiling sweetly
It′s so 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 cherry
It's good to touch the green green grass of home
Then I awake and look around me at
These four grey walls that surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming for
There′s a guard and there′s a sad old padre
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak then again
I′ll touch the green green grass of home
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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Writer(s): Curly Putman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
