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The old hometown looks the sameNow I'm done with nothing new, sometimes green sometimes blue
And I'm guilty, and I'm guilty, and I'm guilty, and I'm guilty
And you're guilty too
Hey Hey Hey I'm guilty and you're guilty too
Hey Hey Hey Hey
I'll tell you something, something new
You're hearing nothing, nothing true
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 gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Yes, they'll all come to meet me
Arms reaching, smiling sweetly
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home