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THE GREEN GREEN GRASS OF HOME JOHNNY CASH JOHNNY CASH AT FOLSOM PRISON[1968]
GThe old hometown looks theG7same As ICstepped down from theGtrain And there to meet me is my mama and myDpapaD7 Down theGroad I look andG7 there runs Mary CHair of gold and lips like cherries It'sGgood to touch theD7green green grass of home
The old house is still standing Though the paint is cracked and dry And there's that 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 grass of home REFRAIN:
GYes they'll all come toG7see me ArmsCreaching smiling sweetly It'sGgood to touch theD7green green grass of home
Then I awake and look around me To the cold gray walls that surround me And then I realize I was only dreaming For there's a guard and a sad old padre Arm in arm I walk at daybreak Again I'll touch the green green grass of home REFRAIN: Yes they'' all come to see me In the shade of that old oak tree As they lay me neath the green green grass of home.