G The old home town looks the sameC G as I step down from the trainD and there to meet me is my mama and my papaG G down the road I look and there runs MaryC hair of gold and lips like cherriesG D D G C G it's good to touch the green green grass of homeG G C Yes, they'll all come to meet me, hands reaching, smiling sweetlyG D D G It's good to touch the green green grass of homeG The old hous is still standingC G though the paint is cracked and dryD And there’s that old oak tree I used to play onG G down the lane I walk with my sweet MaryC hair of gold and lips like cherriesG D D G C G it's good to touch the green green grass of home (THE NEXT VERSE IS SPOKEN with very light chords in background)G Then I awake and look around meC G At four gray walls that surround meD and I realize I as only dreamingG G for there's a guard and a sad old padreC Arm in arm, we’ll walk at daybreakG D D G again I touch the green green grass of homeG G C Yes, they'll all come to meet me, hands reaching, smiling sweetlyG D D G It's good to touch the green green grass of home
Green Green Grass Of Home
Elvis Presley
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