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John Prine - Sam Stone
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2015Nov 11
John Prine performing Sam Stone from his debut album John Prine in the 1970's. #johnprine #samstone #veterans Album available here: https://fanlink.to/johnprinesouvenirs Stay to Up Date with John Prine Releases, News, & Merchandise: Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/john_prine/... Facebook:   / johnprine   Twitter:   / johnprinemusic   John Prine Store: https://store.johnprine.com/ Mailing List: https://signup.e2ma.net/signup/179438... Subscribe to Oh Boy Records:    / @ohboyrecords1981   Oh Boy Records: https://www.ohboy.com Facebook:   / ohboyrecords   Instagram:   / ohboyrecords   Twitter:   / ohboyrecords   Lyrics: 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.

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The Hello in There Foundation is an initiative established by the family of John Prine, to honor his memory and continue the love, kindness and generosity he shared with the world. The work of the foundation will be inspired and guided by John's simple song title, Hello In There. Our mission aims to identify and collaborate with individuals and communities to offer support for people who are marginalized, discriminated against or, for any reason, are otherwise forgotten.
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