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Green Green Grass of Home - Tom Jones

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You spent a lot for that lawn. Your kids, relatives and guests admire that green grass.  Seasons change, so as the color of your lawn, the garden, the trees. The hardest thing to do with the lawn is its maintenance. Good thing there is Scotts® Snap® Spreader System to ease your problems of maintaining the beauty of your lawn.  You'll just have to snap, lock and go! No guess and no mess spreader system.

 
The Snap Pac connects directly to the Snap Spreader - no cutting, no opening and no pouring from heavy bags - no spilling or waste! Just rest that bag on the spreader and let the machine work for you. The system auto-sets the proper flow rate. No Spreader settings required! It also has a unique EdgeGuard feature that keeps product where you want it... on the lawn! 
 
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So what are you waiting for? Don't let that pretty lawn turn dull and brown. Enjoy life, enjoy beauty and have an everlasting feeling of joy with your green grass!
 
You'll have that wonderful view when you use Scotts on your lawn then enjoy that wonderful song from Tom Jones.
 
Below is the lyrics of the song by Tom Jones
 
The old home town 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, tho' 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.
 
Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
 
[spoken:]
 
Then I awake and look around me, at the 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 -
arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak.
Again I 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.
 

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