The old hoCme town looks the same
as I sFtep down from the tCrain
and there to meet me is my mama and my pGapa
down the rCoad I loko and tC7here runs Mary
hFair of gold and lips like cherries
it's gCood to touch the gGreen green gG7rass of hCome F C
Yes they'll aCll come to mC7eet me hands rFeaching smiling sweetly
It's gCood to touch the gGreen green gG7rass of Chome
The old hoCuse is still standing
thoughF the paint is crackCed and dry
And there's that old oak tree that I useGd to play on
down the lCane I walk with C7my sweet Mary
hFair of gold and lips like cherries
it's gCood to touch the gGreen green gG7rass of hCome F C
Yes they'll aCll come to mC7eet me hands rFeaching smiling sweetly
It's gCood to touch the gGreen green gG7rass of Chome
Then I awaCke and look arounde
four gFray walls that surrCound me
and I realize I as only dreaming G
for there'Cs a guard and thC7ere's a sad old padre
AFrm and arm we'll walk at daybreak
again CI touch the green Ggreen grass G7of home C F C
Yes they'll aCll come to mC7eet me hands rFeaching smiling sweetly
It's gCood to touch the gGreen green gG7rass of Chome