 GREEN, GREEN GRASS OF HOME lyrics ( JOHNNY CASH )   
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 Rate GREEN, GREEN GRASS OF HOME
Artist : JOHNNY CASH
Song : GREEN, GREEN GRASS OF HOME
The old home town looks the same,
As I step down from the train,
And there to meet me is my mama and my papa.
Down the road I look, and there comes Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries.
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.
Yes, they'll all come to see me,
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of
home.
Then I awake and look around me,
At the four gray walls that surround me,
And I realize 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.
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