Sam Stone - John Prine: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

Sam Stone

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Rock

Sam Stone adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Rhino Atlantic tarafından 1 Ekim 1971 tarihinde yayınlandıJohn Prine

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümJohn Prine

Çıkış Tarihi1 Ekim 1971

FirmaRhino Atlantic

DilEnglish

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

John Prine

Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

Gene Chrisman

Drums

Reggie Young

Lead Guitar

John Christopher

John Christopher

Rhythm Guitar

Bobby Emmons

Organ

Leo LeBlanc

Pedal Steel Guitar

Bobby Wood

Piano

Heyward Bishop

Percussion

Mike Leech

Bass

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

John Prine

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Arif Mardin

Producer, Mixing Engineer

Stan Kesler

Recording Engineer

Dale "Smitty" Smith

Dale "Smitty" Smith

Assistant Engineer

Ryan Smith

Mastering Engineer

Şarkı sözleri

[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

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