Bobby Bare - Green green grass of home

^EThe old home town looks the same as I ^Astep down from the t^Erain And there to meet me is my mama and ^Bpapa Down the r^Eoad I look and there runs Mary, ^Ahair of gold and lips like cherries. It's g^Eood to touch the g^Breen, green grass of ^Ahome.

^EYes,they'll all come to meet me arms a^A-reaching, smiling sweetly; It's g^Eood to touch the g^Breen, green grass of h^Aome.

The old ^Ehouse is still standing, though the p^Aaint is cracked and ^Edry, And there's that old oak tree that I used to ^Bplay on Down the l^Eane I walk and with my sweet Mary, ^Ahair of gold and lips like cherries. It's g^Eood to touch the g^Breen, green grass of ^Ahome.

^EAnd then suddenly I awake and look around me at the f^Aour gray walls that s^Eurround me and I realize that I was only d^Breaming. For there's a g^Euard and there's a sad old padre ^AArm and arm we'll walk at daybreak a^Egain I'll touch the green, g^Breen grass of ^Ahome

^EYes, they'll all come to see me in the s^Ahade of that old oak tree; As t^Ehey lay me 'neath the g^Breen, green grass of ^Ahome.^E