It's good to touch the green green grass of home
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The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train
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There to meet me is my mama and papa
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Down the road I look and there runs Mary 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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The old house is still standing though the paint is cracked and dry
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There's that old oak tree that I used to play on
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Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary 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 arms areaching smiling sweetly
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It's good to touch the green green grass of home
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Then I awake and I look around me at the four grey walls that surround me
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And I realize that yes I realize I was only dreamin'
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There's a guard and there's that sad old padre arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak
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And again I'll touch the green green grass of home
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Yes they'll all come to see me 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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| Claude King |
