GREEN GREEN GRASS OF HOME     (Curly Putman Jr)

G
The old hometown looks the same
          C                                  G
As I step down from the train
                                                                        D7
And there to meet me is my mama and my papa
                             G
And down the road I look and there runs Mary
C
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
G                                      D7                               G
It's good to touch the green green grass of home
G
Yes they'll all come to meet me
           C
Arms reaching smiling sweetly
             G                              D7                                 G
It's so good to touch the green green grass of home

The old house is still standing

Though the paint is cracked and dry

And there's the old oak tree that I used to play on

Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary

Hair of gold and lips like cherries

It's good to touch the green green grass of home

Then I awake and look around me

At the grey walls that surround me

And I realized I was only dreaming

For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre

Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak

Again I'll touch the green green grass of home

Yes they'll all come to see me

In the shade of that old oak tree

As they lay me 'neath the green green grass of home

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GREEN GREEN GRASS OF HOME (Curley Putman Jr.)

(Key Bobby Bare sung in) 

           E                                                            E7
THE OLD HOME TOWN LOOKS THE SAME
          A                                          E
AS I STEP DOWN FROM THE TRAIN
                                                                                           B7
AND THERE TO MEET ME IS MY MAMA AND PAPA
                                     E                                     E7
AND DOWN THE ROAD I LOOK AND THERE RUNS MARY
  A
HAIR OF GOLD AND LIPS LIKE CHERRIES
           E                                         B7                                               E
IT'S GOOD TO TOUCH THE GREEN GREEN GRASS OF HOME
E                                   E7
YES, THEY'LL ALL COME TO MEET ME,
   A
ARMS REACHING SMILING SWEETLY
         E                                              B7
IT'S GOOD TO TOUCH THE GREEN GREEN GRASS OF HOME

The old house is still standing,

Though the paint is cracked and dry,

And there’s the old oak tree that I used to play on.

Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary,

Hair of gold and lips like cherries.

It’s good to touch the green, green grass of home.

Then I awake and look around me,

At the four grey walls that surround me,

Then I realise that I was only dreaming.

For there’s a guard, and there’s a sad old padre,

Arm in arm, we’ll walk at daybreak.

Again, I’ll touch the green, green grass of home.

Yes, they’ll all come to see me

In the shade of the old oak tree,

As they lay me ‘neath the green, green grass of home.