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From: TPLBA@aol.com
Subject: Misc. Country; Green Green Grass Of Home.crd

Green Green Grass Of Home
Curly Putman

    C (x32010@1)                         C7 (x32310@1)  F (133211@1)                CThe (x32010@1)old home town looks the same as I step down from the train
C (x32010@1)                                 G7And (320001@1)there to meet me is my mama and papa;
Dm7  G7 (320001@1)C (x32010@1)             C7 (x32310@1)           F (133211@1)       Fdim (1201xx@1)   F (133211@1)       Em7-Dm7
Down the road I look and there runs Mary, hair of gold and lips like
cherries,
C (x32010@1)                    G7 (320001@1)   Dm7   G7 (320001@1)     C (x32010@1) F (133211@1)name="chord_x32010@1">C
it's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

REFRAIN
Dm7  G7 (320001@1)    C (x32010@1)         C7 (x32310@1)           FYes, (133211@1)they'll all come to meet me arms a-reaching, smiling sweetly;
Dm7  C (x32010@1)               G (320003@1)          Dm7   G7 (320001@1)name="chord_x32010@1">C
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

    C (x32010@1)                         C7 (x32310@1)        F (133211@1)                  CThe (x32010@1)old house is still standing, though the paint is cracked and dry,
C (x32010@1)                                          G7And (320001@1)there's that old oak tree that I used to play on;
Dm7  G7 (320001@1)C (x32010@1)                  C7 (x32310@1)         F (133211@1)       Fdim (1201xx@1)  F (133211@1)       Em7-Dm7
Down the lane I walk and with my sweet Mary, hair of gold an lips like
cherries
Dm7  C (x32010@1)               G7 (320001@1)         Dm7   G7 (320001@1)name="chord_x32010@1">C   F (133211@1)name="chord_x32010@1">C
it's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

(spoken) [same progression]
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 and arm we'll walk at daybreak - again I'll touch the green, green
grass of home

FINAL REFRAIN
Dm7  G7 (320001@1)    C (x32010@1)         C7 (x32310@1)          F (133211@1)                    Em7
Yes, they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree;
Dm7     C (x32010@1)               G (320003@1)          Dm7   G7F-Em7-Dm7-C (320001@1)As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home.