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Lyrics by: Curly Putman
# Debut Chart
11 Dec '66 Hot 100

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The old home town looks the same, As I step down from the train, And there to greet me are my mama and my papa Down the road I look, and there runs Mary Hair of gold, lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green grass of home [CHORUS] Yes, they'll all come to meet me Arms a-reachin, smilin' sweetly It's good to touch the green, green grass of home The old house is still standin' Though the paint is cracked and dry And there's that old oak tree That I used to play in Down the lane I'll 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 gray walls that surround me, And 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, Again I 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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