Green, Green Grass of Home (Live at Folsom State Prison, Folsom, CA - January 1968) - Johnny Cash.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Curly Putman
[00:00.607] 作曲 : Curly Putman
[00:01.215]The old home town looks the same
[00:06.466]As I step down from the train
[00:10.462]And there to meet me is my mama and my papa
[00:18.978]Down the road I look, and there runs Mary
[00:24.960]Hair of gold and lips like cherries
[00:28.670]It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
[00:36.663]The old house is still standing
[00:40.869]Though the paint is cracked and dry
[00:44.918]And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on
[00:53.147]Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary
[00:58.841]Hair of gold and lips like cherries
[01:02.655]It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
[01:10.257]Yes, they'll all come to see me
[01:14.959]Arms reaching, smiling sweetly
[01:19.321]It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
[01:27.550]Then I awake and look around me
[01:32.017]To the cold gray walls that surround me
[01:36.588]And then I realize I was only dreaming
[01:44.660]For there's a guard, and a sad old padre
[01:50.198]Arm in arm, I walk at daybreak
[01:53.907]Again, I'll touch the green, green grass of home
[02:01.535]Yes, they'll all come to see me
[02:06.237]In the shade of the old tree as they lay me
[02:12.533]'Neath the green, green grass of home
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作词 : Curly Putman
作曲 : Curly Putman
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 runs 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 that 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
To the cold gray walls that surround me
And then I realize I was only dreaming
For there's a guard, and a sad old padre
Arm in arm, I 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 tree as they lay me
'Neath the green, green grass of home