Now see you being cool too fast I didn't say light that up that quick, shit Vapors, here ya go, uhh Green grass vapors, runnin' through my head I'm feelin
The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and my papa And down the road I look and there runs Mary
I had the world when you were mine But I threw it away I thought the grass was greener there Where I wandered one day I left your arms for someone else
The old home town looks the same As I step down from the train And there to meet me is my Mama and Papa Down the road I look and there runs Mary Hair
Hands are weary, eyes stay closed Women like these, who break in Chorus: I wanna see you, tomorrow the green grass Oh my love, who stands by you, when
The old home town looks the same As I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and papa Down the road, I look and there runs Mary Hair
GREEN GRASS GROWS ALL AROUND TRADITIONAL Little Johnnie Green, Little Sallie Brown spooning in the park with the grass all around, Underneath a tree
(It's good to touch the green green grass of home) The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and papa
Hey-ho, Daddy's home! Heeeerrrreeee's Johnny!!! Where did everybody go??!! Goodbye Chicago, goodbye Miami skies, "ground control to Major Tom, my
The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and papa Down the road I look and there runs Mary hair of
The old home town looks the same As I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and papa Down the road I look and there comes Mary Hair
The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train There to meet me is my mama and papa Down the lane I look and there runs Mary Hair of gold
In a place you only dream of, where your soul is always free Silver stages, golden curtains, filled my head plain as could be As a rainbow grew around
Life is never what it seems, we're always searching in our dreams To find those little castles in the air, when worry starts to cloud the mind It's hard
The old hometown looks the same As I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and papa And down the road I look And there runs Mary hair
The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and papa, down the road I look And there comes Mary, hair