George Jones - Green, Green Grass Of Home Lyrics
Green, Green Grass Of HomeThe old home townStill looks the sameAs I step down from the trainThere to meet meIs my mama and my papa.Down the road I lookAnd there runs MaryHair of gold and lips like cherryIt's good to touch theGreen, green grass of home.Yes, they'll all come to see meArms a-reachin', smiling sweetlyWhen again I'll touch theGreen, green grass of home.The old home place is still standin'Though the paint is cracked and dryThere's the old oak treeThat I once used to play on.Down the lane I walkWith my sweet MaryHair of gold and lips like cherryIt's good to touch theGreen, green grass of home.--- Instrumental ---(Spoken)Then I awokeAnd I look around meAt the four grey walls that surround meAnd I realize that I was only dreamingFor there's a guardAnd there's a sad old padre,Where arm in arm we'll walk at daybreakAs they lay me 'neath theGreen, green grass of home.(Sang)Yes,They'll all come to see meArms a-reachin', smilin' sweetlyWhen again, I'll touch theGreen, green grass of home...