Sam Stone歌词-John Prine

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Sam Stone歌词完整版

Sam Stone - John Prine (约翰·普林)

Lyrics by：John Prine

Composed by：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 M******e 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

Mmmmm

Sam stones welcome home

Didn't last too long

He went to work

When hed 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 through his veins

Like a thousand railroad trains

And eased his mind in the hours

That he choose

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

Mmmm

Sam stone was alone

When he popped his last balloon

Climbing walls while sit

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

And there was nothin' 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

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

Mmm

Mmm

Mmmm