The old home town looks the same
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As I step down from the train
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And there to meet me is my Mama and Papa
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And down the road I look and there runs Mary
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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
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Arms a reaching, smiling sweetly
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It's good to touch the green green grass of home
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The old house is still standing
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tho' the paint is cracked and dry
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And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on
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Down the lane I walk my sweet Mary
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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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Then I awake and look around me
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At four grey walls that surround me
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And I realize that I was only dreaming
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For there's a guard and there's a sad old Padre
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Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak
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Again I'll touch the green green grass of home
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Yes, they'll all come to see me
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In the shade of that old oak tree
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As they lay me 'neath the green green grass of home
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Green Green Grass Of Home
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| Johnny Paycheck |
