Elvis Presley - Green green grass of home

The ^Cold home town looks the same as I ^Fstep down from the ^Ctrain and there to meet me is my mama and my ^Gpapa down the ^Croad I loko and ^C7there runs Mary ^Fhair of gold and lips like cherries it's ^Cgood to touch the g^Green green ^G7grass of ^Chome ^{F C}

Yes, they'll ^Call come to ^C7meet me, hands ^Freaching, smiling sweetly It's g^Cood to touch the g^Green green g^G7rass of ^Chome The old hous is still standing though the paint is cracked and dry 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 Then I awake and look arounde four gray walls that surround me and I realize I as only dreaming for there's a guard and there's a sad old padre again I touch the green green grass of home