Green Green Grass of Home (Live At Panther Hall, Fort Worth, TX/1966)

The old hometown 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
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

And they've all come to meet me
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly
And it's good to touch the green, green grass of home

The old house, oh, is still standing
And the paint is cracked and dry
There's that old oak tree that I used to play on

Down the lane I look and there runs Mary
Hair of gold, Lord, and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

Then I awake and look around me
Four gray walls that surround me
I realize that I was only dreaming
For there's a guard, yes, and there's a sad old padre
Arm in arm, we're gonna walk at daybreak
Again I'll touch the green, green grass of home

For 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

Thank you
Thank you, thank you so very much, ladies and gentlemen
"The Green Green Grass of Home"
I guarantee you one thing, baby
We'll do every request in the house tonight
Ohh!
I'll tell you one thing
I'm glad I can still holler like that
Because that's the way we holler down in Louisiana