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The old home town looks the same |
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as I | step down from the t | rain |
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And there to meet me is my mama and | papa |
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Down the r | oad I look and there runs Mary, |
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hair of gold and lips like cherries. |
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It's g | ood to touch the g | reen, green grass of | home. |
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Yes,they'll all come to meet me arms a | -reaching, smiling sweetly; |
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It's g | ood to touch the g | reen, green grass of h | ome. |
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The old | house is still standing, though the p | aint is cracked and | dry, |
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And there's that old oak tree that I used to | play on |
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Down the l | ane I walk with my sweet Mary, |
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hair of gold and lips like cherries. |
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It's g | ood to touch the g | reen, green grass of | home. |
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And then suddenly I awake and look around me |
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at the f | our gray walls that s | urround me |
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and I realize that I was only d | reaming. |
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For there's a g | uard and there's a sad old padre |
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Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak |
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a | gain I'll touch the green, g | reen grass of | home |
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Yes, they'll all come to see me in the s | hade of that old oak tree; |
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As t | hey lay me 'neath the g | reen, green grass of | home. |