The old home town looks the sameAs I step down from the trainAnd there to meet me is my mama and my papaDown the road I look, and there runs MaryHair of gold and lips like cherriesIt's good to touch the green, green grass of homeThe old house is still standingThough the paint is cracked and dryAnd there's that old oak tree that I used to play onDown the lane I walk with my sweet MaryHair of gold and lips like cherriesIt's good to touch the green, green grass of homeYes, they'll all come to see meArms reaching, smiling sweetlyIt's good to touch the green, green grass of homeThen I awake and look around meTo the cold gray walls that surround meAnd then I realize I was only dreamingFor there's a guard, and a sad old padreArm in arm, I walk at daybreakAgain, I'll touch the green, green grass of homeYes, they'll all come to see meIn the shade of the old tree as they lay me'Neath the green, green grass of home
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Johnny Cash (nacido como J. R. Cash, Kingsland, Arkansas, 26 de febrero de 1932-Nashville, 12 de septiembre de 2003) fue un cantante, compositor, músico y actor estadounidense. Considerado como uno de los músicos más influyentes del siglo XX. Considerado «el…
