Lyrics Green, Green Grass of Home - Live at Folsom State Prison, Folsom, CA (2nd Show) - January 1968 - Johnny Cash

The old home town looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama and my papa
Down the road I look, and there comes Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
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 the old oak tree that I used to play on
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 see me
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home

Then I awake and look around me
At the four gray walls that surround me
And I realize that I was only dreamin'
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 the old oak tree
As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home