(C) The old home town looks the same as I (F) step down from the (C) train,

And there to meet me is my mama and (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) green, green (G7) grass of (C) home. (F) (C)

CHORUS:

Yes, they'll (C) all come to (C7) see me, (F) arms a-reaching, smiling sweetly,

Yes, it's (C) good to touch the (G) green, green (G7) grass of (C) home. (F) (C)

(C) The old house is still standing, though the (F) paint is cracked and (C) dry,

And there's that old oak tree that I used to (G) play on.

Down the (C) lane I walk with my sweet Mary,

(F) hair of gold and lips like cherries,

It's (C) good to touch the (G) green, green (G7) grass of (C) home. (F) (C) CHORUS:

Then I (C) awake and look around me

At the (F) four gray walls that (C) surround me,

And I realize that I was only (G) dreaming.

For there's a (C) guard and there's a sad old padre,

(F) arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak,

(C) again I'll touch the (G) green, green (G7) grass of (C) home.

(F) (C) CHORUS: