
Green, Green Grass of Home (Bear’s Sonic Journals: Live At The Carousel Ballroom, April 24 1968) Johnny Cash
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[Verse 1]
The old home town still looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama and my papa
Down the lane, I look, and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
[Chorus]
Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the shade of the old tree as they lay me
'Neath the green, green grass of home
[Verse 2]
The old house is still standing
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I look, and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like chеrries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Thеn I awake and look around me
To the cold gray walls that surround me
And then I realize that I was only dreaming
For there's a guard, and a sad old padre
Arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak
And at the end, I'll touch the green, green grass of home
The old home town still looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama and my papa
Down the lane, I look, and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
[Chorus]
Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the shade of the old tree as they lay me
'Neath the green, green grass of home
[Verse 2]
The old house is still standing
Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on
Down the lane I look, and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like chеrries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Thеn I awake and look around me
To the cold gray walls that surround me
And then I realize that I was only dreaming
For there's a guard, and a sad old padre
Arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak
And at the end, I'll touch the green, green grass of home
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