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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
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,
Written by Nashville songwriter Curly Putman, the words to Green, Green, Grass of Home tell the tale of a condemned prisoner who is longing to escape to the ...
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.