The C old home town looks the same
as I F step down from the C train
and there to meet me is my mama and my G papa
Down the C road I look and C7 there runs Mary
F hair of gold and lips like cherries
it's C good to touch the g G reen green G7 grass of C home F C
Yes, they'll C all come to C7 meet me, hands F reaching, smiling sweetly
It's g C ood to touch the g G reen green g G7 rass of C 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 around
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
Johnny Cash
