| Green, green, it’s green, they say
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| On the far side of the hill
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| Green, green, I’m going away
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| To where the grass is greener still
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| I told my mama on the day I was born
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| Don’t you cry when you see I’m gone
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| You know there ain’t no woman gonna settle me down
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| I just got to keep traveling on And I sing
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| Green, green, it’s green, they say
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| On the far side of the hill
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| Green, green, I’m going away
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| To where the grass is greener still
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| You know there ain’t nobody in the whole wide world
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| Gonna show me how to spend my time
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| You know I’m just a good loving, rambling man
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| Now, buddy, can you spare me a dime
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| And I sing
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| Green, green, it’s green, they say
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| On the far side of the hill
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| Green, green, I’m going away
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| To where the grass is greener still
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| On now I don’t care when the sun goes down
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| Or where I lay my weary head
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| Now green, green valley or rocky road
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| It’s there I’m gonna make my bed
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| And I sing
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| Green, green, it’s green, they say
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| On the far side of the hill
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| Green, green, I’m going away
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| To where the grass is greener still
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| One more time
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| Green, green, it’s green, they say
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| On the far side of the hill
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| Green, green, I’m going away
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| To where the grass is greener still |