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GThe old home town looks the G7same Cas I step down from the Gtrain
and there to meet me is Mama and G7my DPapa D7
Down the Groad I look and G7there runs Mary Chair of gold and lips like cherries C B A
GIt's good to touch the Dgreen green D7grass of Ghome
CYes, they'll Gall come to G7meet me C arms reaching smCilBinAg sGweetly
It's good to touch the Dgreen green D7grass of Ghome D
GThe old house is still stanG7ding, tho' Cthe paint is cracked and Gdry
and there's that old oak tree that I uG7sed to Dplay on D7
Down the Glane I walk with G7my sweet Mary C hair of gold and lips like cherrCieBs A
GIt's good to touch the Dgreen green gD7rass of Ghome
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A Then I awake and look around me,D at these four grey walls Athat surround me
Then I realize that A7I was Aonly dEreaming E7
There's a gAuard and a A7sad old Gpadre
D Arm in arm we'll walk at daybrCeakB A
AAgain I touch the Egreen green gE7rass of Ahome
AYes they'll all come to A7see me in the Dshade of that old DoaCk tBree
Aas they lay me neath the Egreen green grass of Ahome D D7 A
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