Sam Stone
John Prine
Sam FStone came home,
to his Bwife and family,
after Cserving in the conflict overFseas.
And the time that he served,
had Bshattered all his nerves,
and Cleft a little shrapnel in his Fknee.
But the Bmorphine eased the pain,
and the grass grew round his brain,
and G7gave him all the confidence he Clacked;
with a GPurple Heart and a G7monkey on his Cback.
There's a Fhole in daddy's arm where all the Gmmoney goes,
and BJesus Christ died for nothin' I supCpose.
Little Fpitchers have big ears,
don't Dmstop to count the years,
sweet G7songs never last too Glong on broken radiCos. CCsus4MmmCC
Sam FStone's welcome home,
didn't Blast too long,
he Cwent to work when he'd spent his last Fdime
And Sammy took to stealing,
when he Bgot that empty feeling,
for a Chundred dollar habit without overFtime.
And the Bgold rolled through his veins,
like a thousand railroad trains,
and G7eased his mind in the hours that he Cchose;
while the Gkids ran around G7wearin' other peoples' Cclothes
There's a Fhole in daddy's arm where all the Gmmoney goes,
and BJesus Christ died for nothin' I supCpose.
Little Fpitchers have big ears,
don't Dmstop to count the years,
sweet G7songs never last too Glong on broken radiCos. CCsus4MmmCC
Sam FStone was alone,
when he Bpopped his last balloon,
Cclimbing walls while sitting in a Fchair
Well, he played his last request,
while the Broom smelled just like death,
with an Coverdose hovering in the Fair
But Blife had lost its fun,
and there was nothing to be done,
but G7trade his house that he bought on the G, I. CBill;
for a Gflag draped casket on a G7local heroes' Chill
There's a Fhole in daddy's arm where all the Gmmoney goes,
and BJesus Christ died for nothin' I supCpose.
Little Fpitchers have big ears,
don't Dmstop to count the years,
sweet G7songs never last too Glong on broken radiCos. CCsus4MmmCC
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