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Lyrics:
The Old Home Town Looks The Same, as I Step Down From The Train, and There To Meet Me Is My Mama And Papa down The Road I Look And There Runs Mary hair Of Gold And Lips Like Cherries its Good To Touch The Green, Green Grass Of Home
yes, Theyve All Come To Meet Me, arm Reachin Smiling Sweetly its Good To Touch The Green, Green Grass Of Home
the Old House Is Still Standing, though The Paint Is Cracked And Dry and Theres That Old Oak Tree That I Used To Play On down The Lane Ill Walk With My Sweet Mary hair Of Gold And Lips Like Cherries its Good To Touch The Green, Green Grass Of Home
then I Awake And Look Around Me at Four Gray Walls That Surround Me and I Realize Yes, I Was Only Dreamin theres A Guard And Theres A Sad Old Padre arm And Arm Well Walk At Daybreak again Ill Touch The Green, Green Grass Of Home
yes, Theyll All Come To See Me in The Shade Of That Old Oak Tree as They Lay Me Beneath The Green, Green Grass Of Home
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