{t:Green, Green Grass of Home} {st:Porter Wagoner (1965), Tom Jones (1966), Johnny Cash (1968)} {c:verse 1} [D]The old home town looks the same as I [G]step down from the [D]train And there to meet me is my mama and [A]papa Down the [D]road I look and there runs Mary, [G]Hair of gold and lips like cherries. It's [D]good to touch the [A]green, green grass of [D]home. {c:verse 2} The old [D]house is still standing, though the [G]paint is cracked and [D]dry, And there's that old oak tree that I used to [A]play on Down the [D]lane I walk and with my sweet Mary, [G]Hair of gold and lips like cherries. It's [D]good to touch the [A]green, green grass of [D]home. {soc} [D]Yes, they'll all come to meet me arms a-[G]reaching, smiling sweetly; It's [D]good to touch the [A]green, green grass of [D]home. {eoc} {c:verse 3} [D]And then suddenly I awake and look around me at the [G]four gray walls that [D]surround me and I realize that I was only [A]dreaming. For there's a [D]guard and there's a sad old padre [G]Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak A-[D]gain I'll touch the green, [A]green grass of [D]home {soc} [D]Yes, they'll all come to see me in the [G]shade of that old oak tree; As [D]they lay me 'neath the [A]green, green grass of [G]home. [D]↓ {eoc}