G The old home town looks the same
As I C step down from the G train
And there to meet me is my mama and D7 papa
Down the G road I look and there runs Mary
C air of gold and lips like Bm cherries
It’s G good to touch the D7 green, green grass of G home.
G Yes,they’ll all come to meet me arms C a-reaching, smiling sweetly;
It’s G good to touch the D7 green, green grass of G home
The old G house is still standing
Though the C paint is cracked and G dry
And there’s that old oak tree that I used to D7 play on
Down the G lane I walk and with my sweet Mary
C Bair of gold and lips like Bm cherries
It’s G good to touch the D7 green, green grass of G home
Speaking: G And then suddenly I awake and look around me
at the C four gray walls that G surround me
and I realize that I was only D7 dreaming
For there’s a G guard and there’s a sad old padre
C Arm and arm we’ll walk at daybreak
G again I’ll touch the green, D7 green grass of G home
G Yes, they’ll all come to see me in the C shade of that old oak tree;
As G they lay me ‘neath the D7 green, green grass of C G home.
