Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Elvis Presley
Elvis Presley
Performer
The Holladays
The Holladays
Vocals
VOICE
VOICE
Vocals
James Burton
James Burton
Guitar
John Wilkinson
John Wilkinson
Guitar
Charlie Hodge
Charlie Hodge
Guitar
Duke Bardwell
Duke Bardwell
Bass
Ronnie Tutt
Ronnie Tutt
Drums
Glen D. Hardin
Glen D. Hardin
Piano
David Briggs
David Briggs
Clavichord
Chip Young
Chip Young
Guitar
Johnny Christopher
Johnny Christopher
Guitar
Mike Leech
Mike Leech
Bass
N. PUTNAM
N. PUTNAM
Bass
Buddy Spicher
Buddy Spicher
Fiddle
Weldon Myrick
Weldon Myrick
Steel Guitar
Richard F. Morris
Richard F. Morris
Percussion
Charles Rose
Charles Rose
Saxophone
Harvey Thompson
Harvey Thompson
Trombone
Harrison Calloway Jr.
Harrison Calloway Jr.
Trumpet
Ronald Eades
Ronald Eades
Baritone Saxophone
Sidney Sharp
Sidney Sharp
Strings
William Kurasch
William Kurasch
Strings
James Getzoff
James Getzoff
Strings
Israel Baker
Israel Baker
Strings
Murray Adler
Murray Adler
Strings
Tibor Zelig
Tibor Zelig
Strings
Yukiko Kamei
Yukiko Kamei
Strings
Myer Bello
Myer Bello
Strings
Harry Hyams
Harry Hyams
Strings
Samuel Boghossian
Samuel Boghossian
Strings
Jesse Ehrlich
Jesse Ehrlich
Strings
Raymond Kelley
Raymond Kelley
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Claude Putnam, Jr.
Claude Putnam, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Felton Jarvis
Felton Jarvis
Producer
Rick Ruggieri
Rick Ruggieri
Engineer
Al Pachucki
Al Pachucki
Engineer

Lyrics

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 Mary
Hair of gold and the lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Yes, they'll all come to meet me
Arms reachin', smiling sweetly
Oh, 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
Yeah, down the lane I'll walk with my sweet Mary
Hair of gold and the lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Yes, they'll all come to meet me
Arms reachin', smiling sweetly
Oh, it's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Then I awake and look around me
Four gray walls surround me
And I realize I was only dreamin'
There's a guard and there's a sad old padre
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak again
I'll touch the green, green grass of home
Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the shade of that old tree
As I lay in the green, green grass of home
Written by: Curly Putman
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