Written by Curly Putman
INTRO: INSTRUMENTAL A D A D It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. VERSE / VOCAL D The old home town looks the same G D as I step down from the train A A7 And there to meet me is my mama and papa D Down the road I look and there runs Mary, G hair of gold and lips like cherries. D A D It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.VERSE D G D The old house is still standing, though the paint is cracked and dry, A A7 And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on D Down the lane I walk and with my sweet Mary, G hair of gold and lips like cherries. D A D It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. SPOKEN VERSE D And then suddenly I awake and look around me G D at the four gray walls that surround me A and I realize that I was only dreaming. D For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre G Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak D A D again I'll touch the green, green grass of home FINAL REFRAIN / VOCALS D G Yes, they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree; D A G D As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home.D G Yes,they'll all come to meet me arms a-reaching, smiling sweetly; D A D It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.