About The Song
Charley Pride, one of country music’s most beloved figures, has given us countless timeless tunes. Among his most iconic songs is “Green, Green Grass of Home.” Released in 1966, this ballad has touched the hearts of millions and remains a staple of country music.
“Green, Green Grass of Home” tells the story of a man who is serving time in prison and dreaming of returning to his childhood home. The lyrics, penned by Curly Putman, paint a vivid picture of a peaceful rural life, filled with the simple pleasures of home. The contrast between the harsh realities of prison and the idyllic scenes of the narrator’s hometown creates a powerful emotional impact.
Pride’s rich, baritone voice is the perfect vehicle for this nostalgic journey. His delivery is both heartfelt and understated, allowing the lyrics to speak for themselves. The melody is simple yet effective, with a classic country feel that is both familiar and comforting. The instrumentation, featuring pedal steel guitar and acoustic guitar, adds to the song’s nostalgic atmosphere.
One of the things that makes “Green, Green Grass of Home” so enduring is its universal theme of longing for home. Everyone can relate to the feeling of missing the familiar comforts of home, especially when facing difficult circumstances. The song’s message is also one of hope, suggesting that even in the darkest of times, there is always something to look forward to.
Charley Pride was a master of storytelling, and his songs often resonated with listeners on a deep emotional level. “Green, Green Grass of Home” is a prime example of his talent, and it remains a beloved classic among country music fans. If you’re looking for a song that will tug at your heartstrings and make you reflect on your own experiences, look no further than this timeless ballad.
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It’s good to touch the green, green grass of homeThe old home town looks the sameAs I step down from the trainAnd there to meet me is my mamma and pappaAnd down the road I look, and there runs MaryHair of gold and lips like cherriesIt’s good to touch the green, green grass of homeYes, they’ll all come to meet meArms a-reaching, smiling sweetlyIt’s good to touch the green, green grass of home,The old house is still standing‘Though the paint is cracked and dryAnd there’s that old oak treeThat I used to play onAnd down the lane I walk with my why sweet MaryHair of gold and lips like cherriesIt’s good to touch the green, green grass of homeYes, they’ll all come to meet meArms a-reaching, smiling sweetlyIt’s good to touch the green, green grass of homeThen I awake, and look aroundAt the grey walls that surroundAnd I realize that I was o-only dreamingFor there’s a guard and a there’s a sad old padreArm in arm we’ll walk at daybreakAgain, I’ll touch the green, green grass of homeYes, they’ll all come to see meIn the shade of that old oak treeAs they lay me ‘neath the green, green grass of home