Sam Stone John Prine
Subject: Re: John Prine requests
Organization: University of Delaware
X-Newsreader: Tin 1.1 PL3
Date: Sun, 16 Aug 1992 18:30:57 GMT
by John Prine
Sam [G]Stone came home,
To the [C]wife and family
After [D]serving in the conflict [G]overseas.
And the [G]time that he served,
Had s[C]hattered all his nerves,
And [D]left a little shrapnel in his [G]knees.
But the [C]morhpine eased the pain,
And the [C]grass grew round his brain,
And g[A]ave him all the confidence he [D]lacked,[D7]
With a [A]purple heart and a monkey on his [D]back.[D7]
There's a [G]hole in daddy's arm where all the [C]money goes,
[D]Jesus Christ died for nothin [G]I suppose.
[G]Little pitchers have big ears,
[C]Don't stop to count the years,
[D]Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.[G] [C] [G]
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...
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.
Credit where credit is due: I got the words from a lyrics ftp site and
am sitting here on a Saturday night with guitar and PeeC in hand transcribing
the chords when John Prine himself is playing in concert not 40 miles from
here at this very moment. Gosh I feel empty.
WORDS Transcribed by Rich Kulawiec, email@example.com
CHORDS by Walt Dabell
Walt Dabell KD3GS (302)645-4225 firstname.lastname@example.org
U of Delaware / College of Marine Studies
700 Pilottown Rd. Lewes, DE 19958