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Sam Stone

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  • 作曲 : John Prine
    制作人 : Arif Mardin
    钢琴 : Bobby Wood
    电吉他 : Reggie Young
    鼓 : Gene Chrisman
    低音吉他 : Mike Leach
    打击乐 : Bishop Heywood
    管风琴 : Bobby Emmons
    吉他 : John Christopher
    木吉他 : John Prine
    人声 : John Prine
    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 ******** 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 nothing 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 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 wearing other peoples' clothes

    There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
    Jesus Christ died for nothing 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 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

    There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
    Jesus Christ died for nothing I suppose
    Little pitchers have big ears
    Don't stop to count the years
    Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios
  • [00:00.000] 作曲 : John Prine
    [00:00.185] 制作人 : Arif Mardin
    [00:00.370] 钢琴 : Bobby Wood
    [00:00.555] 电吉他 : Reggie Young
    [00:00.740] 鼓 : Gene Chrisman
    [00:00.925] 低音吉他 : Mike Leach
    [00:01.110] 打击乐 : Bishop Heywood
    [00:01.295] 管风琴 : Bobby Emmons
    [00:01.480] 吉他 : John Christopher
    [00:01.665] 木吉他 : John Prine
    [00:01.850] 人声 : John Prine
    [00:02.44]Sam stone came home
    [00:06.10]To his wife and family
    [00:09.80]After serving in the conflict overseas
    [00:16.91]And the time that he served
    [00:20.20]Had shattered all his nerves
    [00:24.24]And left a little shrapnel in his knee
    [00:30.51]But the ******** eased the pain
    [00:34.45]And the grass grew round his brain
    [00:38.35]And gave him all the confidence he lacked
    [00:45.10]With a purple heart and a monkey on his back
    [00:52.06]
    [00:52.07]There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
    [01:00.13]Jesus Christ died for nothing I suppose
    [01:06.49]Little pitchers have big ears
    [01:10.07]Don't stop to count the years
    [01:14.00]Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios
    [01:24.40]
    [01:24.42]Sam stone's welcome home
    [01:27.97]Didn't last too long
    [01:32.43]He went to work when he'd spent his last dime
    [01:38.84]And Sammy took to stealing when he got that empty feeling
    [01:45.98]For a hundred dollar habit without overtime
    [01:53.00]And the gold rolled through his veins
    [01:56.69]Like a thousand railroad trains
    [02:00.82]And eased his mind in the hours that he chose
    [02:07.50]While the kids ran around wearing other peoples' clothes
    [02:14.90]
    [02:14.91]There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
    [02:23.10]Jesus Christ died for nothing I suppose
    [02:29.46]Little pitchers have big ears
    [02:32.89]Don't stop to count the years
    [02:35.71]Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios
    [02:46.67]
    [02:46.68]Sam stone was alone
    [02:50.58]When he popped his last balloon
    [02:55.05]Climbing walls while sitting in a chair
    [03:01.10]Well he played his last request
    [03:04.54]While the room smelled just like death
    [03:08.75]With an overdose hovering in the air
    [03:15.09]But life had lost its fun
    [03:18.86]And there was nothing to be done
    [03:22.42]But trade his house that he bought on the G I bill
    [03:29.55]For a flag draped casket on a local heroes' hill
    [03:36.90]
    [03:36.91]There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
    [03:45.20]Jesus Christ died for nothing I suppose
    [03:51.56]Little pitchers have big ears
    [03:54.94]Don't stop to count the years
    [03:58.85]Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios