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<object><type>video</type><version>1.0</version><provider_name>Network.hu</provider_name><provider_url>http://network.hu/</provider_url><title>Bobby Bare -Green Green Grass Of Home</title><author_name>apucsoka</author_name><author_url>http://network.hu/apucsoka</author_url><html>&amp;lt;object width=&amp;quot;424&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;345&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;movie&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;http://country.network.hu/flash/videoplayer/video.swf?videoid=343661&amp;amp;amp;pvol=40&amp;amp;amp;plang=hu&amp;amp;amp;host=http://country.network.hu&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;allowscriptaccess&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;always&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=&amp;quot;allowfullscreen&amp;quot; value=&amp;quot;true&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=&amp;quot;http://country.network.hu/flash/videoplayer/video.swf?videoid=343661&amp;amp;amp;pvol=40&amp;amp;amp;plang=hu&amp;amp;amp;host=http://country.network.hu&amp;quot; width=&amp;quot;424&amp;quot; height=&amp;quot;345&amp;quot; allowscriptaccess=&amp;quot;always&amp;quot; allowfullscreen=&amp;quot;true&amp;quot; /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/object&amp;gt;</html><width>424</width><height>345</height><duration>130</duration><description>The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train&#13;
And there to meet me is my mama and my papa&#13;
And down the road I look and there runs Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries&#13;
It's good to touch the green green grass of home&#13;
Yes they'll all come to meet me arms areaching smiling sweetly&#13;
It's so good to touch the green green grass of home&#13;
The old house is still standing though the paint is cracked and dry&#13;
And there's the old oak tree that I used to play on&#13;
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries&#13;
It's good to touch the green green grass of home&#13;
Then I awake and look around me at the four grey walls that surround me&#13;
And I realized I was only dreaming&#13;
For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak&#13;
Again I'll touch the green green grass of home&#13;
Yes they'll all come to see me as they lay me neath that old oak tree,&#13;
when again I touch the green green grass of home.</description><thumbnail_url>http://vds.network.hu/clubvideo/3/4/3/_/343661_92418_2.jpg</thumbnail_url><thumbnail_width>80</thumbnail_width><thumbnail_height>60</thumbnail_height><video_id>343661</video_id></object>
