Green, Green Grass Of Home

<p>[Verse 1]<br/>The old home town looks the same<br/>As I step down from the train<br/>And there to meet me is my mama and my papa<br/>Down the road I look, and there runs Mary<br/>Hair of gold and lips like cherries<br/>It&#x27;s good to touch the green, green grass of home<br/><br/>[Verse 2]<br/>The old house is still standing<br/>Though the paint is cracked and dry<br/>And there&#x27;s that old oak tree that I used to play on<br/>Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary<br/>Hair of gold and lips like cherries<br/>It&#x27;s good to touch the green, green grass of home<br/>[Chorus]<br/>Yes, they&#x27;ll all come to see me<br/>Arms reaching, smiling sweetly<br/>It&#x27;s good to touch the green, green grass of home<br/><br/>[Verse 3]<br/>Then I awake and look around me<br/>To the cold gray walls that surround me<br/>And then I realize I was only dreaming<br/>For there&#x27;s a guard, and a sad old padre<br/>Arm in arm, I walk at daybreak<br/>Again, I&#x27;ll touch the green, green grass of home<br/><br/>[Chorus]<br/>Yes, they&#x27;ll all come to see me<br/>In the shade of the old tree as they lay me<br/>&#x27;Neath the green, green grass of home<br/><br/>[Spoken Outro]<br/>Thank you very much<br/>This next song was written by a man right here in Folsom Prison<br/>And last night was the first time I&#x27;ve ever sung the song<br/>Anyway, this song was written by our friend Glenn Shirley, and–<br/>Um, hope we do your song justice, man<br/>We&#x27;re gonna do our best