Roy Black - Green green grass of home

^AThe old hometown looks the same As I ^Dstep down from the ^Atrain And there to meet me is my mama and pa^Epa ^ADown the road I look and there runs Mary ^DHair of gold and lips like cherries It's ^Agood to touch the ^Egreen, green grass of ^Ahome

^AYes, they'll all come to meet me Arms ^Dreaching, smiling sweetly It's ^Agood to touch the ^Egreen, green grass of ^Ahome

The ^Aold house is still standing Though the ^Dpaint is cracked and ^Adry And there's that old oak tree that I used to ^Eplay on There’s a^A gide and a sudden parking ^DOn and on I woke till daybreak It's ^Agood to touch The ^Egreen, green grass of ^Ahome.

^AYes, they'll all come to meet me Arms ^Dreaching, smiling sweetly It's ^Agood to touch the ^Egreen, green grass of ^Ahome

There’s a^A gide and a sudden parking ^DOn and on I woke till daybreak It's ^Agood to touch The ^Egreen, green grass of ^Ahome.

^AYes, they'll all come to meet me Arms ^Dreaching, smiling sweetly It's ^Agood to touch the ^Egreen, green grass of ^Dhome^A