Green, Green Grass of Home (Live at Folsom State Prison, Folsom, CA - January 1968) Chords
Tempo:
110.8 bpm
Chords used:
C#
F#
G#
D#
Fm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
The old hometown looks the same as I [F#] step down from the [C#] train
and there to meet me is my mama [Fm] and [G#] my papa.
Down [C#] the road I look and there [D#] runs Mary, [F#] hair of gold and lips like [C#] cherries.
It's good to touch the [G#] green, green grass of home.
The old house is still standing, [D#] though [F#] the paint is cracked [C#] and dry.
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on.
Down the lane I walk with my [D#] sweet Mary, [F#] hair of gold and lips like [C#] cherries.
It's good to touch [G#] the green, green [C#] grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to see me, [F#] arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
[C#] It's good to touch [G#] the green, green grass [C#] of home.
Then I awake and look around [Cm] me to [C#] the cold gray walls that surround me.
And then I realize I was [G#] only dreaming.
For [C#] there's a guard and a [D#] saddle [F#] partway.
Arm in arm I walk at [C#] daybreak again.
[Fm] I touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all [G#] come to see [F] me [F#] in the shade of the old oak tree [C#] as they lay me
beneath the green, green grass [F#] of home.
[C#] [N]
[D#] [A#]
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[F] [C]
[D#]
and there to meet me is my mama [Fm] and [G#] my papa.
Down [C#] the road I look and there [D#] runs Mary, [F#] hair of gold and lips like [C#] cherries.
It's good to touch the [G#] green, green grass of home.
The old house is still standing, [D#] though [F#] the paint is cracked [C#] and dry.
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on.
Down the lane I walk with my [D#] sweet Mary, [F#] hair of gold and lips like [C#] cherries.
It's good to touch [G#] the green, green [C#] grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to see me, [F#] arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
[C#] It's good to touch [G#] the green, green grass [C#] of home.
Then I awake and look around [Cm] me to [C#] the cold gray walls that surround me.
And then I realize I was [G#] only dreaming.
For [C#] there's a guard and a [D#] saddle [F#] partway.
Arm in arm I walk at [C#] daybreak again.
[Fm] I touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all [G#] come to see [F] me [F#] in the shade of the old oak tree [C#] as they lay me
beneath the green, green grass [F#] of home.
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[D#] [A#]
[N]
[F] [C]
[D#]
Key:
C#
F#
G#
D#
Fm
C#
F#
G#
The old hometown _ _ looks the same as I [F#] step down from the [C#] train
and there to meet me is my mama [Fm] and [G#] my papa. _ _ _
_ Down [C#] the road I look and there [D#] runs Mary, [F#] _ hair of gold and lips like [C#] cherries.
It's good to touch the [G#] green, green grass of home. _
_ The old house is still standing, [D#] though [F#] the paint is cracked [C#] and dry.
And there's that old oak tree _ that I used to play on. _
_ Down the lane I walk with my [D#] sweet Mary, [F#] _ hair of gold and lips like [C#] cherries.
It's good to touch [G#] the green, green [C#] grass of home. _ _
_ Yes, they'll all come to see me, [F#] arms reaching, _ smiling sweetly.
_ [C#] It's good to touch [G#] the green, green grass [C#] of home. _ _
_ Then I awake _ and look around [Cm] me to [C#] the cold gray walls that surround me.
And then I realize I was [G#] only dreaming. _ _
For _ [C#] there's a guard and a [D#] saddle [F#] partway.
Arm in arm I walk at [C#] daybreak again.
[Fm] I touch the green, green grass of home. _ _
_ Yes, they'll all [G#] come to see [F] me [F#] in the shade of the old oak tree [C#] as they lay me
beneath the green, green grass [F#] of _ home.
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and there to meet me is my mama [Fm] and [G#] my papa. _ _ _
_ Down [C#] the road I look and there [D#] runs Mary, [F#] _ hair of gold and lips like [C#] cherries.
It's good to touch the [G#] green, green grass of home. _
_ The old house is still standing, [D#] though [F#] the paint is cracked [C#] and dry.
And there's that old oak tree _ that I used to play on. _
_ Down the lane I walk with my [D#] sweet Mary, [F#] _ hair of gold and lips like [C#] cherries.
It's good to touch [G#] the green, green [C#] grass of home. _ _
_ Yes, they'll all come to see me, [F#] arms reaching, _ smiling sweetly.
_ [C#] It's good to touch [G#] the green, green grass [C#] of home. _ _
_ Then I awake _ and look around [Cm] me to [C#] the cold gray walls that surround me.
And then I realize I was [G#] only dreaming. _ _
For _ [C#] there's a guard and a [D#] saddle [F#] partway.
Arm in arm I walk at [C#] daybreak again.
[Fm] I touch the green, green grass of home. _ _
_ Yes, they'll all [G#] come to see [F] me [F#] in the shade of the old oak tree [C#] as they lay me
beneath the green, green grass [F#] of _ home.
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