album cover
Sam Stone
31.635
Rock
Sam Stone wurde am 1. Oktober 1971 von Rhino Atlantic als Teil des Albums John Prine veröffentlicht
album cover
Veröffentlichungsdatum1. Oktober 1971
LabelRhino Atlantic
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Prine
John Prine
Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Gene Chrisman
Gene Chrisman
Drums
Reggie Young
Reggie Young
Lead Guitar
John Christopher
John Christopher
Rhythm Guitar
Bobby Emmons
Bobby Emmons
Organ
Leo LeBlanc
Leo LeBlanc
Pedal Steel Guitar
Bobby Wood
Bobby Wood
Piano
Heyward Bishop
Heyward Bishop
Percussion
Mike Leech
Mike Leech
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Prine
John Prine
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Arif Mardin
Arif Mardin
Producer, Mixing Engineer
Stan Kesler
Stan Kesler
Recording Engineer
Dale "Smitty" Smith
Dale "Smitty" Smith
Assistant Engineer
Ryan Smith
Ryan Smith
Mastering Engineer

Songtexte

[Verse 1]
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 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's a hole in Daddy's arm
Where all the money goes
And 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
[Verse 2]
Sam Stone's welcome home
Didn't last too long
He went to work when he'd 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 chose
While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes
[Chorus]
There's a hole in Daddy's arm
Where all the money goes
And 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
[Verse 3]
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 its fun
And there was nothing 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
[Chorus]
There's a hole in Daddy's arm
Where all the money goes
And 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
Written by: John E. Prine
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...