Sam Stone

アーティストJohn Prine
作詞John Prine
作曲John Prine
Sam Stone came home
To his wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas
And the time that he served
Had shattered all his nerves
And left a little shrapnel in his knee
But the morphine eased the pain
And the grass grew round his brain
And gave him all the confidence he lacked
With a Purple Heart and a monkey on his back

(Chorus:)
There's a hole in daddy's arm
Where all the money goes
And Jesus Christ died for nothing
I suppose
Little pitchers have big years
Don't stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long
On broken radios

Sam Stone's welcome home
Didn't last too long
He went to work when he'd spent his last dime
And Sammy took to stealing
When he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime
And the gold rolled thru his veins
Like a thousand railroad trains
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose
While the kids ran around
Wearing other people's clothes

(Chorus:)
There's a hole in daddy's arm
Where all the money goes
And Jesus Christ died for nothing
I suppose
Little pitchers have big years
Don't stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long
On broken radios

Sam Stone was alone
When he popped his last balloon
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair
Well, he played his last request
While the room smelled just like death

With an overdose hovering in the air
But life had lost its fun
And there was nothing to be done
But trade his house
That he bought on the G.I. Bill
For a flag draped casket on a local heroes' hill

(Chorus:)
There's a hole in daddy's arm
Where all the money goes
And Jesus Christ died for nothing
I suppose
Little pitchers have big years
Don't stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long
On broken radios

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