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SAM STONE 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 knees 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'e 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 things never last too long on broken radios, uhm... 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 rolled 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 Chorus Sam Stone was alone when he popped his last balloon Climbing walls while sitting in a chair Well, he playes 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 to trade his house that he bought on the GI bill For a flag-draped casket on a local heroe's hill Chorus (Contributed by Andy & Mogg - June 2003)

    


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