Green Green Grass Of Home - Johnny Cash
[Verse 1]
[D] The old home town looks the same
as I [G] step down from the [D] train
And there to meet me is my mama and [A] papa
Down the [D] road I look and there runs Mary,
[G] hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's [D] good to touch the [A] green, green grass of [D] home.
|[Chorus]
|[D] Yes,they'll all come to meet me arms a-[G]reaching, smiling sweetly;
|It's [D] good to touch the [A] green, green grass of [D] home.
[Verse 2]
The old [D] house is still standing, though the [G] paint is cracked and [D] dry,
And there's that old oak tree that I used to [A] play on
Down the [D] lane I walk and with my sweet Mary,
[G] hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's [D] good to touch the [A] green, green grass of [D] home.
[Bridge]
[D] And then suddenly I awake and look around me
at the [G] four gray walls that [D] surround me
and I realize that I was only [A] dreaming.
For there's a [D] guard and there's a sad old padre
[G] Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak
[D] again I'll touch the green, [A] green grass of [D] home
|[Chorus]
|[D] Yes, they'll all come to see me in the [G] shade of that old oak tree;
|As [D] they lay me 'neath the [A] green, green grass of [G] home. [D]
Verse 1
D The old home town looks the same
as I G step down from the D train
And there to meet me is my mama and A papa
Down the D road I look and there runs Mary,
G hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's D good to touch the A green, green grass of D home.
Chorus
D Yes,they'll all come to meet me arms a-Greaching, smiling sweetly;
It's D good to touch the A green, green grass of D home.
Verse 2
The old D house is still standing, though the G paint is cracked and D dry,
And there's that old oak tree that I used to A play on
Down the D lane I walk and with my sweet Mary,
G hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's D good to touch the A green, green grass of D home.
Bridge
D And then suddenly I awake and look around me
at the G four gray walls that D surround me
and I realize that I was only A dreaming.
For there's a D guard and there's a sad old padre
G Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak
D again I'll touch the green, A green grass of D home
Chorus
D Yes, they'll all come to see me in the G shade of that old oak tree;
As D they lay me 'neath the A green, green grass of G home. D