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johnny cash – green, green grass of home

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the old home town looks the same,
as i step down from the train,
and there to meet me is my mama and my papa.
down the road i look, and there comes mary,
hair of gold and lips like cherries.
it’s good to touch the green, green gr-ss of home.

the old house is still standing,
though the paint is cracked and dry,
and there’s the old oak tree that i used to play on.
down the lane i walk with my sweet mary,
hair of gold and lips like cherries.
it’s good to touch the green, green gr-ss of home.

yes, they’ll all come to see me,
arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
it’s good to touch the green, green gr-ss of home.

then i awake and look around me,
at the four gray walls that surround me,
and i realize that i was only dreaming.
for there’s a guard, and there’s a sad old padre,
arm in arm, we’ll walk at daybreak.
again, i’ll touch the green, green gr-ss of home.

yes, they’ll all come to see me
in the shade of the old oak tree,
as they lay me ‘neath the green, green gr-ss of home.

- letras de johnny cash


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