GREEN, GREEN GRASS OF HOME
Songwriter: Curly Putman


The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train

And there to meet me is my mama and papa

Down the lane I look and there runs Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries

It's good to touch the green green grass of home

The old house is still standing though the paint is cracked and dry

And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on

Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries

It's so good to touch the green green grass of home

Yes they'll all come to meet me arms outreached, smiling sweetly
It's so good to touch the green green grass of home

Then I awake and I look around me at the four grey walls that surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming

For there's the guard and there's that sad old padre and arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak

And again I'll touch the green green grass of home

They'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree
Where they lay me 'neath the green green grass of home

Green, Green Grass of Home by the greatest, Merle Haggard

Hope all you country fans like Merle as I do!