The old hometown looks the sameAs I step down from the trainAnd there to meet me is my mama and papaAnd down the road I lookAnd there runs MaryHer golden lips like cherriesIt's good to touch the green, green grass of homeYes they've all come to meet meArms reaching, smiling sweetlyIt'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 I used to play onDown the lane I'd walk with my sweet MaryHer golden lips like cherriesIt's good to touch the green, green grass of homeYes they've all come to meet meArms reaching, smiling sweetlyIt's good to touch the green, green grass of homeThen I awake and look around meAt the gray walls that surround meAnd I realized that I was only dreamingFor there's a guard and there's a sad old padreArm in arm we'll walk at daybreak againI'll touch the green, green grass of homeYes, they'll all come to see me in the shadeOf that old oak treeAs they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home
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Kenneth Donald Rogers (Houston, Texas; 21 de agosto de 1938-Sandy Springs, Georgia; 20 de marzo de 2020), conocido como Kenny Rogers, fue un cantautor y actor estadounidense, considerado una leyenda de la música country. Vendió más de 100 millones de discos…
