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Porter Wagoner Lyrics


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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 of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green green grass of home
Yes, they've all come to meet me
Arms areached smiling sweetly
It's so 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'd walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green green grass of home

Then I awake and look around me
At these four gray walls that surround me
And I realized that I was only dreaming

For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre
Arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak
And again I'll touch the green green grass of home

They'll all come to see me




In the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me 'neath the green green grass of home

Overall Meaning

Porter Wagoner's "Green Green Grass of Home" is a nostalgic song about a prisoner who is dreaming of returning to his hometown. The song begins with the singer's arrival to his hometown in a train where he is welcomed by his parents, this creates a picturesque scene. Then the song shifts to a flashback where the singer reminisces about his childhood and young love Mary, who is described as having hair of gold and lips like cherries. The memories of playing by the old oak tree and walking down the lane with Mary bring a sense of comfort to the singer as he touches the green green grass of home.


However, the dream then comes to an end as the singer wakes up in prison and realizes that he was only dreaming. He is faced with the reality of his situation, and the song ends with a sad image of the singer being laid to rest beneath the green green grass of home. The song presents a contrast between the happy and hopeful memories of the past and the painful reality of the present.


The song's simple yet poignant lyrics resonate with listeners on various levels. It portrays the common human experience of nostalgia, longing for a past that can never be regained. The song has been covered by numerous artists, including Tom Jones, Elvis Presley, and Johnny Cash.


Line by Line Meaning

The old hometown looks the same
Returning to my hometown, everything appears the same as the last time I was here.


As I step down from the train
Exiting the train and continuing on foot towards my old stomping grounds.


And there to meet me is my mama and papa
My parents have come to welcome me back with open arms.


And down the road I look and there runs Mary
In the distance, I see Mary, the girl I loved and walked down the lane with.


Hair of gold and lips like cherries
Mary has beautiful blonde hair and her lips are red like cherries.


It's good to touch the green green grass of home
I feel grateful to finally put my feet onto the familiar grass of my hometown.


Yes, they've all come to meet me
My entire family and loved ones have gathered to greet me.


Arms areached smiling sweetly
Everyone is smiling and holding out their arms to embrace me.


It's so good to touch the green green grass of home
Returning home and feeling the grass beneath my feet brings me joy.


The old house is still standing
The house I grew up in has not been torn down and remains upright.


Though the paint is cracked and dry
The paint has aged and shows wear and tear, but the structure remains.


And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on
I spot the oak tree I used to climb and play on in my youth.


Down the lane I'd walk with my sweet Mary
Mary and I used to take strolls down this very same lane when we were young.


Then I awake and look around me
I wake up and realize that everything I just experienced was a dream.


At these four gray walls that surround me
I'm imprisoned behind gray walls, confined within a cell.


And I realized that I was only dreaming
Everything I just experienced was just a figment of my imagination.


For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre
There's a guard and a somber priest that accompany me.


Arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak
We will walk together in the morning, the guards and priest by my side.


And again I'll touch the green green grass of home
In my imagination, I will return to the grassy fields of my hometown.


They'll all come to see me
My loved ones will come to visit me one last time.


In the shade of that old oak tree
My final resting place will be under the oak tree I used to play on.


As they lay me 'neath the green green grass of home
My life will end where it all began, in the fields I once called home.




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Written by: Curly Putman

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Comments from YouTube:

@garysala5441

I lost my sweet Mary to cancer January 16th 2021... I can't wait to walk with my sweet Mary once again!!

@nancysiler7060

Oh so very sorry for your loss! God bless you.

@mariaherrera846

I’m Mexican American, when I first heard this song back as a child I had no clue what was being said. As I grew up I learned English but lost track of this gem. Later as an adult I became a professional DJ and had this song requested by a client. It was a dream come true to finally hear and understand this classic song and the name of it. Still makes me teary eyed but now I understand why.

@chrisroberts4017

I wish there were more Tejano/Mexican American country artists like Johnny Rodriguez, Freddy Fender and Rick Trevino. That is a country genre I like but not that many artists sing it

@skatergirl1759

@@chrisroberts4017 do you know any artists of this genre?

@bobburke2248

Thank God for YouTube. We can still hear real country music.

@wrotenwasp

Wow, what the hell happened to country music? This is the real deal. Lyrics that actually tell a story, great guitar, fiddle playing and they're all dressed in style. Country artists had a little more class back then compared to this freak show they call country today.

@3637061

You know you're getting old, when all the good country artists are gone. Porter, Jim Reeves, Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings, George Jones,etc. Thank God, we have their recordings.

@mankind2112

Mercy Sakes!, they don't make it this good anymore - I loved Porters style, always lookin' good for the camera. Todays country music sucks because non of these people ever starved before.

@audreynichols7988

Tears streaming down my face listening to the wonderful song and remembering how my Daddy loved it. How I would sit with him and listen to it over and over.

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