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
Still listening to this man for Wagner October 21st 2019 boy it sure sounds good he talked about the Green Green Grass of Home traditional country music is this that I listen to it every day God bless Porter thank you for all the good music that you played and still listening today
I Remember Charlie Pride getting a lot for doing this song. Down the road there runs Mary,HAIR of GOLD and lips like cherries. We have come a long way but not far enough! He took a lot of heat I mint to say.
Back then, they wrote a lot of songs trying to paint convicts, especially on death row, as folk heroes and victims. Really?!? How about the hot, hot flames of hell?