The Green Green Grass of Home - Elvis Presley / Tom Jones guitar cover by Phil McGarrick FREE TABS

Download the Free Tabs https://philmcgarrick.co.uk Green, Green Grass of Home", written by Claude "Curly" Putman Jr., and first recorded by singer Johnny Darrell in 1965, is a country song made popular by Porter Wagoner the same year, when it reached No. 4 on the Country chart. It was also recorded by Bobby Bare and by Jerry Lee Lewis, who included it in his album Country Songs for City Folks (later re-issued as All Country). Tom Jones learned the song from Lewis' version and, in 1966, he had a worldwide No. 1 hit with it. Elvis Presley also recorded it and the Backing track is based on his version. This time played on my Dean Zelinsky Tagliare Z-Glide custom Quilt in Cherry Sunburst.. https://www.deanzelinskyguitars.com/p... I used the Bridge Pick up on Single coils which gives it a Stratocaster sound. The Acoustic Solo played on my 2004 Gibson J200 Birdseye Maple fitted with an LR Baggs anthem pickup. Played through an Alesis Quadraverb Q2 with EFTP patch 0-36 and sound recorded in Cubase SX 6 Video made with 3 Panasonic VX870 4K camcorders and edited with the Cubase sound in Song vegas pro 14. The great backing track came from Peter Korving here :- https://www.guitarbackingtracks.nl/hq... I made Tabs out the way I played it which are FREE to download from my website here :- https://philmcgarrick.co.uk Lyrics The old hometown 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 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 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 grey walls that surround me And I realize, yes, I was only dreaming For there's a guard and there's a sad, old padre On and on, 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