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[G]The old hometown looks the same 

As I  
[C]step down from the  
[G]train 

And there to meet me is my mama and my  
[D]papa  
[D7] 

Down the  
[G]road I look and  
[G7]there runs Mary 

[C]Hair of gold and lips like cherries 

It's  
[G]good to touch the  
[D7]green green grass of  
[G]home 

[G]Yes they'll all come to meet me 

Arms  
[C]reaching smiling sweetly 

It's  
[G]good to touch the 

[D7]green green grass of  
[G]home 

[G]The old house is still standing 

Though the  
[C]paint is cracked and  
[G]dry 

And there's that old oak tree that I used to  
[D]play on  
[D7] 

Down the  
[G]lane I walk with  
[G7]my sweet Mary 

[C]Hair of gold and lips like cherries 

It's  
[G]good to touch the  
[D7]green green grass of  
[G]home 

[G]Then I awake and look around me 

To the  
[C]cold gray walls that sur 
[G]round me 

And then I realize I was only  
[D]dreaming  
[D7] 

For there's a  
[G]guard and a  
[G7]sad old padre 

[C]Arm in arm I walk at daybreak 

[G]gain I'll touch the  
[D7]green green grass of  
[G]home 

[G]Yes they'll all come to  
[G7]see me 

In the  
[C]shade of that old oak tree 

As they  
[G]lay me 'neath the 

[D7]green green grass of  
[C]home  
[G]