The old hometown 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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her golden lips like cherries
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It's good to touch the green green grass of home.
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Yes they've all come to meet me
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arms reaching smiling sweetly
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It's so good to touch the green green grass of home.
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The old house is still standing
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though 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'd walk with my sweet Mary
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her golden lips like cherries
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It's good to touch the green green grass of home.
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Yes they've all come ...
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Then I awake and look around me
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at the gray walls that surround me
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And I realized 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 again
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I'll touch the green green grass of home.
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Yes they'll all come to see me i
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n 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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| Kenny Rogers |
