Elvis Presley - Green green grass of home

The old hometown^D looks the ^Gsame As I ^Cstep down from the ^Gtrain And there to meet me is my Mama^D and Papa Down the ^Groad I look and there runs Mary^C Hair of gold and lips like ^Amcherries It's ^Ggood to touch the ^Amgreen, green ^Dgrass of ^Ghome^D

Yes, they'll ^Gall come to meet me All ^Ccreatures smiling sweetly^Am It's ^Ggood to touch the ^Amgreen, green ^Dgrass of ^Ghome^{C G}

^GThe old house is still standing Though the ^Cpaint is cracked and ^Gdry^D And there's that ^Gold oak tree that I used to ^Dplay on Down the ^Glane I'll walk with my sweet Mary ^C Hair of gold and lips like ^Amcherries It's ^Ggood to touch the ^Amgreen, green ^Dgrass of ^Ghome

^BmYes, they'll ^Gall ^Dcome to ^Gmeet me All ^Ccreatures smiling sweetly^G It's good to touch the ^Amgreen, green ^Dgrass of ^Ghome^{C G}

Then I awake and look around me^{D C} Four gray walls sur^Ground me And I realize I was only ^Ddreaming There's a ^Gguard and ^Bmthere's a ^Gsad old padre^C Arm and arm we'll walk at ^Amdaybreak ^GAgain I'll touch the ^Amgreen, green ^Dgrass of ^Ghome

Yes, they'll all ^Dcome to ^Gsee me In the ^Cshade^G, of that ^Cold oak ^Bmtree As they ^Glay me 'neath the ^Amgreen, green ^Dgrass of h^Come