Claude "Curly" Putman, Jr. (November 20, 1930 – October 30, 2016) was an American songwriter, based in Nashville. Born in Princeton, Jackson County, Alabama, his biggest success was "Green, Green Grass of Home" (1964, sung by Porter Wagoner), which was covered by Roger Miller, Elvis Presley, Kenny Rogers, Don Williams, Burl Ives, Johnny Darrell, Gram Parsons, Joan Baez, Jerry Lee Lewis, The Grateful Dead, Johnny Cash, Roberto Leal, Dean Martin, Merle Haggard, Bobby Bare, Joe Tex, Nana Mouskouri, and Tom Jones.
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Green Green Grass Of Home Curly Putman
CC7FC The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train CG7 And there to meet me is my mama and papa; Dm7G7CC7FFdimFEm7-Dm7 Down the road I look and there runs Mary, hair of gold and lips like cherries, CG7Dm7G7CFC it's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
REFRAIN Dm7G7CC7F Yes, they'll all come to meet me arms a-reaching, smiling sweetly; Dm7CGDm7G7C It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
CC7FC The old house is still standing, though the paint is cracked and dry, CG7 And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on; Dm7G7CC7FFdimF Em7-Dm7 Down the lane I walk and with my sweet Mary, hair of gold an lips like cherries Dm7CG7Dm7G7CFC it's good to touch the green, green grass of home. (spoken) [same progression] Then I awake and look around me at the 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
FINAL REFRAIN Dm7G7CC7FEm7 Yes, they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree; Dm7CGDm7G7F-Em7-Dm7-C As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home.