Sam Stone

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    Sam Stone
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    Sam Stone came home to his wife and family after
    serving in the conflict overseas, and the time that
    he'd 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
    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, and Jesus Christ died for nothin I
    suppose, little pctures have big ears, don't stop to count
    the years, sweet songs never last too long on broken radio's.

    Sam Stones welcome home didn't last too long, he went
    to work when he spent his last dime, and Sammy took
    ta steal'in when he got that empty feel'in, for a hundred
    dollar habbit without overtime, and the gold rode through
    his vains, like a thousand railroad trains and eased his
    mind in the hours that he chose, while the kids ran around
    wear'in other peoples clothes.

    There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
    and Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose, little pitures
    have big ears, don't stop to count the years, sweet songs
    never last too long on broken radio's.

    Sam Stone was alone when he popped his last baloon,
    climbing walls while sitting in a chair, well he played
    his last request while the room just smelled like death,
    with an overdose hover'in in the air, well 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 flaged
    draped casket on a local Heroe's Hill.

    There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
    and Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose, little pitures
    have big ears, don't stop to count the years, sweet songs
    never last too long on broken radio's!

    Written by an old friend , John Prine
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    Edited by: Tac401 at: 6/24/01 5:44:27 am

    dreamcatcher27371
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    Good.

    oneknight
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    Terribly sad!

    homer4
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    terrible...but excellent...I like writers and Poets.
    ...and two hard boiled eggs.