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The oldG hometown looks the samG7e
As I Cstep down from the Gtrain
And there to meet me is my mama and my Dpapa
Down the Groad I look and there runs G7Mary
CHair of gold and lips like cherries
It's Ggood to touch the D7green, green grass of Ghome
The old house is still standing
Thought 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
Yes they'll Gall come to see me G7
Arms Creaching, smiling sweetly
It's Ggood to touch the D7green, green grass of Ghome
Then I awake and look around me
To the cold gray walls that surround me
And then I realize I was only dreaming
For 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
Yes they'll all come to see me
In the shade of the old oak tree
As they lay me neath the green, green grass of home
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