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Sam Stone

 by John Prine

 

 

 Sam Stone came home, 

 To the 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 knees.

 But the morhpine 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.

 

 There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,

 Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose.

 Little pitchers have big ears,

 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 soon he took to stealing

 When he got that empty feeling

 For a hundred dollar habit without overtime.

 And the gold roared through his veins

 Like a thousand railroad trains,

 And eased his mind in the hours that he chose,

 While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes... 

 

 There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,

 Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose.

 Little pitchers have big ears,

 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 it's fun,

 There was nothing to be done,

 But trade his house that he bought on the GI bill,

 For a flag-draped casket on a local hero's hill.

 

 There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,

 Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose.

 Little pitchers have big ears,

 Don't stop to count the years,

 Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.

 

 

 Transcribed by Rich Kulawiec, rsk@ecn.purdue.edu