C                    
The old home town looks the same  
     F                  C  
as I step down from the train  
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and there to meet me is my mama and my papa  
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down the road I loko and there runs Mary  
F        
hair of gold and lips like cherries  
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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