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THE OLD HOME TOWN LOOKED THE SAME,
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AS I FELL OUT OF THE TRAIN
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AND THERE TO MEET ME WAS MY MAMA, AND HER BOYFRIEND,
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DOWN THE ROAD I LOOKED, AND THERE RUNS MARY,
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STUPID BITCH, I STOLE HER CHERRY,
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IT’S GOOD, TO SMOKE, THE GREEN GREEN GRASS OF HOME,
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YES THEY’LL ALL COME TO MEET (SEE) ME,
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ARMS REACHING, SMILING SWEETLY,
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IT’S GOOD, TO SMOKE, THE GREEN GREEN GRASS OF HOME,
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THE OLD WHOREHOUSE IS STILL STANDING,
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THOUGH THE PAINT IS CRACKED AND DRY,
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AND THERE’S THAT OLD OAK TREE THAT I USED TO PISS ON,
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DOWN THE LANE I’LL WALK, WITH MARY’S BEST FRIEND,
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SHE’S NOT AS GOOD LOOKING, BUT SHE’S GOT BETTER HASH,
SHE GIVES BETTER HEAD,
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AGAIN, I’LL SMOKE, THE GREEN GREEN GRASS OF HOME,
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THEN I AWAKE, AND LOOK AROUND ME,
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AT FOUR GREY WALLS THAT SURROUND ME,
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AND I REALISE, THAT I HAD ONLY BEEN STONED,
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FOR THERE’S A GUARD, AND THERE’S A SAD OLD PADRE,
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ARM IN ARM WE’LL WALK, LIKE PUFFTA’S,
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AGAIN, I’LL SMOKE, THE GREEN GREEN GRASS OF HOME,
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