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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeGreen, Green Grass of Home
(words & music by Claude Putman, Jr.)The old home town looks the same,As I step down from the train,And there to meet me is my mama and papaDown the road I look and there runs MaryHair of gold and lips like cherriesIt's good to touch the green, green grass of homeYes, they'll all be there to meet me,All creatures smiling sweetlyIt's good to touch the green, green grass of homeThe old house is still standing,Though the paint is cracked and dryAnd there's an old oak tree that I used to play onDown the lane I'll walk with my sweet MaryHair of gold and lips like cherriesIt's good to touch the green, green grass of homeThen I awake and look around meCold gray walls surround meAnd I realize that I was only dreamin'There's a guard and there's a sad old padreArm and arm we'll walk at daybreakAgain I'll touch the green, green grass of homeYes, they'll all be there to meet meIn the shadow of that old oak tree
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