[G]The old home town looks the same
As I [C]step down from the [G]train
And there to meet me is my mama and [D7]papa
Down the [G]road I look and there runs Mary
[C]air of gold and lips like [Bm]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]a-reaching, smiling sweetly;
It’s [G]good to touch the [D7]green, green grass of [G]home
The old [G]house is still standing
Though the [C]paint is cracked and [G]dry
And there’s that old oak tree that I used to [D7]play on
Down the [G]lane I walk and with my sweet Mary
[C]Bair of gold and lips like [Bm]cherries
It’s [G]good to touch the [D7]green, green grass of [G]home
Speaking: [G]And then suddenly I awake and look around me
at the [C]four gray walls that [G]surround me
and I realize that I was only [D7]dreaming
For there’s a [G]guard and there’s a sad old padre
[C]Arm and arm we’ll walk at daybreak
[G]again I’ll touch the green, [D7]green grass of [G]home
[G]Yes, they’ll all come to see me in the [C]shade of that old oak tree;
As [G]they lay me ‘neath the [D7]green, green grass of [C][G]home.