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To: goldworldnet who wrote (1364)	3/17/2006 10:57:49 AM
From: ManyMoose	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 32396

Last night I stumbled on a fund-raiser for PBS. They had The Smothers Brothers and Judy Collins emceeing. I didn't see them sing, but I'm sure they did. I saw Judy Collins sing once in a Hootenany before she was famous. They had the Beach Boys on, The Limeliters including Glenn Yarbrough who sang one with their accompaniment and then a couple of numbers as a quartet. I think Hasselev was the only original in the Limeliters. Then they had the Brothers Four. The music is timeless and sounded exactly like I remember from forty years ago. The musicians, however, were all OLD FARTS. Not at all like I remembered them. I thought they were all young, like me. Oh.

To: goldworldnet who wrote (1364)	3/17/2006 11:38:09 AM
From: ManyMoose	Respond to of 32396

Green Green Grass Of Home - Porter Waggoner lyricsandsongs.com The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and papa And 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 areached smiling sweetly It's so 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 these four grey walls that surround me And I realize that I was only dreaming For there's a guard and there's that sad old padre arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak And again I'll touch the green green grass of home 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