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The Cold home town looks the same as I Fstep down from theC train and there to meet me is my mama and my Gpapa Down the Croad I look and C7there runs Mary Fhair of gold and lips like cherries it's Cgood to touch the gGreen green G7grass of ChomeF C
Yes, they'll Call come to C7meet me, hands Freaching, smiling sweetly It's gCood to touch the gGreen green gG7rass 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 around 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