| 歌曲 | Green, Green Grass Of Home - Live |
| 歌手 | Johnny Cash |
| 专辑 | At Folsom Prison (Live) |
| 作词 : 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 | |
| MaryHair 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 | |
| MaryHair 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 the sad old padre | |
| Arm in arm, | |
| I walk at daybreak | |
| Again, I touch the green, green grass of home | |
| Yes, they'll all come to see me | |
| In the shade of the old oak tree | |
| As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home |
| zuò cí : 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 | |
| MaryHair 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 | |
| MaryHair 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 the sad old padre | |
| Arm in arm, | |
| I walk at daybreak | |
| Again, I touch the green, green grass of home | |
| Yes, they' ll all come to see me | |
| In the shade of the old oak tree | |
| As they lay me ' neath the green, green grass of home |