Green Green Grass Of Home by Elvis Presley Green green grass of home c The old home town looks the same f c as I step down from the train g and there to meet me is my mama and my papa c c7 down the road I loko and there runs Mary f hair of gold and lips like cherries c g g7 c f c it's good to touch the green green grass of home c c7 f Yes, they'll all come to meet me, hands reaching, smiling sweetly c g g7 c It's good to touch the green green grass of home The old hous is still standing though the paint is cracked and dry 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 Then I awake and look arounde four gray walls that surround me and I realize I as only dreaming for there's a guard and there's a sad old padre again I touch the green green grass of home www.TAB6.com