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1965 schreibt Curly Putman den Country-Song von dem Mann, der die Heimat seiner Kindheit besucht, Eltern und Freunde trifft, aufwacht und feststellt, es ist alles nur ein Traum - es ist der Tag, an dem er hingerichtet wird.... Das Lied singen Porter Wagoner und Bobby Bare und machen es populär. 1966 erreicht Tom Jones den ersten Platz in den UK Singles Chart.


The old hometown looks the same,
As I step down from the train,
And there to meet me is my mamma and my poppa;
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 to reach, smilin' sweetly,
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

The old house is still standin,
Though the paint is cracked and dry,
And there's that old old oak tree,
That I used to play on.
Down the lane I'll 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 the four gray walls that surround me,
And I realize yes I was only dreaming,
For you see there's guard and a sad old padre,
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak,
And I'll touch the green green grass of home.

Yes the´ll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree
as they leave me neath the green green grass at home.