^CThe old home town looks the same as I ^Fstep down from the t^Crain And there to meet me is my mama and ^Gpapa Down the r^Coad I look and there runs Mary, ^Fhair of gold and lips like cherries. It's g^Cood to touch the g^Green, green grass of ^Chome.

^CYes,they'll all come to meet me arms a^F-reaching, smiling sweetly; It's g^Cood to touch the g^Green, green grass of h^Come.

The old ^Chouse is still standing, though the p^Faint is cracked and ^Cdry, And there's that old oak tree that I used to ^Gplay on Down the l^Cane I walk and with my sweet Mary, ^Fhair of gold and lips like cherries. It's g^Cood to touch the g^Green, green grass of ^Chome.

^CAnd then suddenly I awake and look around me at the f^Four gray walls that s^Curround me and I realize that I was only d^Greaming. For there's a g^Cuard and there's a sad old padre ^FArm and arm we'll walk at daybreak a^Cgain I'll touch the green, g^Green grass of ^Chome

^CYes, they'll all come to see me in the s^Fhade of that old oak tree; As t^Chey lay me 'neath the g^Green, green grass of ^Fhome.^C

Johnny Cash - Green green grass of home