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Green Green Grass of Home - Tex Williams
The old home town looks the same
As i step down from the train
And there to greet me is my mamma and my poppa
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
Yes they'll all come to agree me
Arms areaching smiling sweetly
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 stand that old oak tree that i used to play on
Down the lane i'll look 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 around look me
At the four gray walls that surround me
And i realize yes i was only dreaming
For there's a guard and a sad old padre
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak
The get up again feel lane the green green grass of home
Yes they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree
When they lay me neath the green green grass of home
