[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.