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The Gold home town, looks the same
As I sCtep down, from the Gtrain
And there to meet me, is my mama and Eb7papa
Down the Groad I look and there runs Mary
CHair of gold and lips like cherries
It's Ggood to touch, the Eb7green green grass of Ghome Eb7
Yes they'll Gall come to G#7meet me
Arms Creaching, smiling sweetly
It's Ggood to touch, the Eb7green green grass of Ghome Eb7
The Gold house is still standing
Though the Cpaint is cracked and Gdry
And there's that old oak tree, that I used to Eb7play on
Down the Glane I walk with my sweet Mary
CHair of gold and lips like cherries
It's Ggood to touch, the Eb7green green grass of Ghome Eb7
GThen I awake and look around me C
At four gray walls that suGrround me
And I realize, yes I was only Eb7dreamin'
For there's a Gguard and there's a sad old padre C
On and on we'll walk at daybreak
GAgain I'll touch, the Eb7green green grass of Ghome Eb7
Yes, they'll Gall come to G#7see me
In the Cshade of that old oak tree
As they Glay me 'neath, the Eb7green green grass of Chome..G.
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