| G | G7 | |
| The old home town looks the sam | e, |
| C | G | |
| as I s | tep down from the t | rain, |
| D | |
| and there to meet me is my mama and | papa, |
| D7 | G | G7 | |
| down the r | oad I look and t | here runs Mary, |
| C | Adim | C | Bm | Am | |
| hair of | gold and l | ips like | cher | ries, |
| G | D7 | Am7 | D7 | G | G | C | G | |
| it's g | ood to touch the g | reen green g | rass | of | home. |
| G | G7 | |
| Yes they all come to meet me | , |
| C | Am7 | |
| out re | aching, smileying sweetly | , |
| G | D7 | Am7 | D7 | G | G | C | G | |
| it's | good to touch the g | reen green g | rass | of | home. |