Текст песни Green, Green Grass of Home - 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
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Flushed from the Bathroom of Your Heart
2 Greystone Chapel
3 I Cross the Line
4 I Got Stripes
5 Closing Medley: Folsom Prison Blues / I Walk the Line / Ring of Fire/ The Rebel - Johnny Yuma
6 Wreck of the Old 97
7 I Don't Know Where I'm Bound
8 Dark As the Dungeon
9 Dirty Old Egg-Suckin' Dog
10 I Still Miss Someone
11 Green, Green Grass of Home
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