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1. The old home town looks the same,
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   As I step down from the train,
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   And there to meet me is my mama and my papa.
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   Down the road I look, and there comes Mary,
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   Hair of gold and lips like cherries.
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   It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
   
2. The old house is still standing,
   Though the paint is cracked and dry,
   And there's the 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 good to touch the green, green grass of home.

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R: Yes, they'll all come to see me,
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   Arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
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   It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

3. Then I awake and look around me,
   to the cold gray walls that surround me,
   And I realize I was only dreaming.
   For there's a guard, and a sad old padre,
   Arm in arm, I walk at daybreak.
   Again, I touch the green, green grass of home.

R1: Yes, they'll all come to see me
    In the shade of the old oak tree,
    As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home.