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Green, Green Grass Of Home


Titel: Green, Green Grass Of Home
Längd: 3:35
Kompositörer:
Claude Putnam Jr.
Utgivare: Tree Publishing
Inspelningsdatum: 1975-03-11
Inspelningstid: 00:30-03:30
Inspelningsplats: RCA Studio C – Hollywood, CA
Matrix: EPA3 1595
Tagning master: 5
Producent: Felton Jarvis
Studiotekniker: Rick Ruggieri


Musiker:
Gitarr: James Burton
Gitarr: John Wilkinson
Gitarr och sång: Charlie Hodge
Bas: Duke Bardwell (senare raderat och ersatt enligt nedan)
Trummor: Ronnie Tutt
Piano: Glen D. Hardin
Clavinet: David Briggs
Kör/bakgrundssångare: Voice

Pålagt i efterhand:
Gitarr: Chip Young
Bass: Mike Leech
Fiol: Buddy Spicher
Steel guitar: Weldon Myrick
Gitarr: Johnny Christopher
Bas: Norbert Putnam
Kör/bakgrundssångare: The Holladays
Slagverk: Farrell Morris
Sträng- och blåsinstrument


Första utgivning: Today (APL1-1039)

Även utgiven på bland annat:
I Can Help And Other Great Hits (PL 89287)
I Can Help And Other Great Hits (PLP 89287)
Green Green Grass Of Home / Release Me / Solitaire (RCA 405)
Elvis Country (DPL1-0647)

Alternativa tagningar:
Undubbed master Our Memories Of Elvis Vol. 2 (AQL1-3448)


Text:

The old home town looks the same
As I step down from the train
And there to meet me is my mama and papa

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 a’reaching, smiling sweetly
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 and 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 four gray walls that surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming

For there’s a guard and there’s a sad old padre
Arm and 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 oak tree
As they lay me ’neath the green, green grass of home