The old home town looks the same As I step down from the train, And there to meet me is my Mama and Papa. Down the road I look and there runs Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries. It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly. It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. The old house is still standing tho' 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. Then I awake and look around me, At four grey walls that surround me And I realize, yes, I was only dreaming. For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre, Arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak. Again I touch the green, green grass of home. Yes, they'll all come to see me In the shade of that old oak tree As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home.

The old home town looks the same As I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and my papa Down the road I look, and there comes Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green grass of home The old house is still standing Though the paint is cracked and dry And there's the 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 Yes, they'll all come to see me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green, green grass of home Then I awake and look around me At the four gray walls that surround me And I realize that I was only dreaming For there's a guard, and there's a sad old padre Arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak Again, I'll touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to see me In the shade of the old oak tree As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home

(It's so good to touch the green green grass of home) The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and papa And down the road I look and there runs Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green green grass of home Yes they'll all come to meet me arms areaching smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green 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 And 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 Yes they'll all come to meet me arms areaching smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green green grass of home Then I awake and look around me at the cold grey walls that surround me And I realize that I was only dreaming For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak Again I'll touch the green green grass of home Yes they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree As they lay me neath the green green grass of home

The old hometown looks the same As I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and papa Down the road I look and there runs Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to meet me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green, 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 Then I awake and look around me At four grey walls that surround me And I realize, yes, I was only dreaming For there's a guard and there's a sad, old padre On and on, we'll walk at daybreak Again, I'll touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to see me In the shade of that old oak tree As they lay me 'Neath the green, green grass of home

The old home town looks the same As I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and my papa Down the road I look and there runs Mary Hair of gold and the lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to meet me Arms reachin', smilin' sweetly Oh, it's good to touch the green, 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 Yeah, down the lane I'll walk with my sweet Mary Hair of gold and the lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to meet me Arms reachin', smilin' sweetly Oh, it's good to touch the green, green grass of home Then I awake and look around me At four gray walls that surround me And I realize I was only dreamin' There's a guard and there's a sad old padre Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak again I'll touch the green, green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to see me In the shade of that old tree As I lay me in the green, green grass of home

Carolyn, let me tell you what I heard about a man today He didn't come home from work and he went away Till he came to a city, bright in the night time like day There they say he met up with some women dressed in yellow and scarlet Their warm lips like a honeycomb, dripped with honey And something about the smell of strange perfume Made him feel warm and not alone Yes Carolyn, a man will do that sometimes on his own And sometimes when he's lonely I believe a man might do that sometimes out of spite But Carolyn, a man will do that always When he's treated bad at home Yes Carolyn, a man will do that sometimes on his own And sometimes when he's lonely And I believe a man might do that sometimes out of spite But Carolyn, a man will do that always When he's treated bad at home

I hear people talkin' bad about the way we have to live here in this country Harpin' on the wars we fight, an' gripin' 'bout the way things oughta be An' I don't mind 'em switchin' sides, an' standin' up for things they believe in When they're runnin' down my country, man They're walkin' on the fightin' side of me Yeah, walkin' on the fightin' side of me Runnin' down a way of life our fightin' men have fought and died to keep If you don't love it, leave it Let this song I'm singin' be a warnin' When you're runnin' down my country, man You're walkin' on the fightin' side of me I read about some squirrely guy who claims he just don't believe in fightin' An' I wonder just how long the rest of us can count on bein' free They love our milk an' honey, but they preach about some other way of livin' When they're runnin' down my country, hoss They're walkin' on the fightin' side of me Yeah, walkin' on the fightin' side of me Runnin' down a way of life our fightin' men have fought and died to keep If you don't love it, leave it Let this song I'm singin' be a warnin' When you're runnin' down my country, man You're walkin' on the fightin' side of me Yeah, walkin' on the fightin' side of me Runnin' down a way of life our fightin' men have fought and died to keep If you don't love it, leave it Let this song I'm singin' be a warnin' When you're runnin' down my country, man You're walkin' on the fightin' side of me