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Green Green Green Grass of Home (Ferlin Husky) · Put It on Paper (Ann Nesby) · Put It on Paper (Ann Nesby) · Cement Mixer (Put-Ti, Put-Ti) [Proper] (Slim Gaillard) · Put on Your Green Shoes (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Green, Green Grass of Home [Double Gold] (Tom Jones) · Green Green Grass of Home: The Best of Tom Jones (Tom Jones) · Green Green (The New Christy Minstrels) · Green Green Grass of Home (Danny Davis) · Green Peace: Classics of Grant Green (Grant Green) – and 90 other albums »


some dirty hole the scene will be rerun
Not only Jacob Green, but many more you've never seen

It could be someone that you love gets done
Like Jacob
like Christmas bells

And rapping up like pipes and drums
Oh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day and we'll wear it till the night comes
Woke up big
The little boy went first day of school
He got some crayons and started to draw
He put colors all over the paper
For colors was what he saw
up like Christmas bells and rapping up like pipes and drums

Oh, won't you stay
We'll put on the day
And we'll wear it 'till the night comes
up like Christmas bells, and rapping up like pipes and drums

Oh, won't you stay
We'll put on the day
And we'll wear it 'till the night comes
Christmas bells
Rapping up like pipes and drums

Oh, won't you stay we'll put on the day
And we'll wear it 'till the night comes

I woke up, it was a Chelsea
up like Christmas bells and rapping up like pipes and drums

Oh, won't you stay
We'll put on the day
And we'll wear it 'till the night comes
up like Christmas bells and rapping up like pipes and drums

Oh, won't you stay
We'll put on the day
And we'll wear it 'till the night comes
I've got a pocket full of pretty green 
I'm gonna put it in the fruit machine 
I'm gonna put it in the jukebox 
It's gonna play all the records in
my paper up
In the studio writin' rhymes til the paper crunch
I'm not the type that you would call em a thug
But I'm a hustler its all in my blood
So
Not only Jacob Green, but many more you've never seen      
It could be someone that you love gets done 
Like Jacob Green got done           
It
his own
Snoop and Wiz the new Cheech and Chong
We up in smoke, making street schemes
Smoking sticky green, having sweet dreams
Break it down, put it in
Birds take a bath
And then they come out clean
Birds take a bath
Watch it come out green
Let Them Birds take a bath (splash)
And if it come out
of peaches
Stops a postman passing by
And summer goes
Falls to the sidewalk like string and brown paper
Winter blows
Up from the river there's no one
power is measured by the pound or the fist
It's as clear as this, hey

I've got a pocket full of pretty green
I'm gonna put it in the fruit machine
I'm
green (it's not easy)
We'll tour new york by submarine (it's not easy)
We'll scuba dive the bronx and queens
It's not easy it's not easy
I've got a pocket full of pretty green,
I'm gonna put it in the fruit machine,
I'm gonna put it in the jukebox,
It's gonna play all the records in
his own
Snoop and Wiz the new Cheech and Chong
We up in smoke, making street schemes
Smoking sticky green, having sweet dreams
Break it down, put it in
ever seen
This old redneck has done gone green

The life we knew is coming to a halt
Sad but true, and it's our own fault
We put our own crimson
rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
You'll make a muffin betta
Betta
It's really getting betta
It's betta,
time and still work it
Put in work couple mil. worth in
And I'm from Pittsburgh where the green
And the eatin' is good
Where the fiends do everything
up like Christmas bells, and rapping up like pipes and drums

Oh, won't you stay
We'll put on the day
And we'll wear it 'till the night comes
A city freeze
Get on your knees
Pray for warmth and green paper.
A city drought

You're down and out
See your trousers don't taper.
Saddle up
A city freeze
Get on your knees
Pray for warmth and green paper
A city drought
You're down and out
See your trousers don't taper
Saddle up
Newspaper boy makin' his rounds
Spreadin' the word all over town
Drivin' his car just as fast as it will go

There's papers in the driveway,