John Prine (born October 10, 1946 in Maywood, Illinois-died April 7, 2020 in Nashville, Tennessee) was an American country/folk singer-songwriter who has achieved widespread critical (and some commercial) success since the early 1970s.
The son of William Prine and Verna Hamm, his grandfather had played guitar with Merle Travis and he started playing guitar himself at 14 years old. He was a postman for 5 years and spent a couple of years in the army before starting his musical career in the Chicago area.
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---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sam Stone - John Prine ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
F Sam Stone came home, Bb To his wife and family CF After serving in the conflict overseas. F And the time that he served, Bb Had shattered all his nerves, CFBbF And left a little shrapnel in his knee. Bb But the morphine eased the pain, Bb And the grass grew round his brain, GC And gave him all the confidence he lacked, GC With a Purple Heart and a monkey on his back.
Chorus: FGm There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes, BbC Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose. F Little pitchers have big ears, Dm Don't stop to count the years, GC Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
F Sam Stone's welcome home Bb Didn't last too long. CF He went to work when he'd spent his last dime F And Sammy took to stealing Bb When he got that empty feeling CFBbF For a hundred dollar habit without overtime. Bb And the gold rolled through his veins Bb Like a thousand railroad trains, GC And eased his mind in the hours that he chose, GC While the kids ran around wearin other peoples clothes...
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F Sam Stone was alone Bb When he popped his last balloon CF Climbing walls while sitting in a chair F Well, he played his last request Bb While the room smelled just like death CF With an overdose hovering in the air Bb But life had lost its fun Bb And there was nothing to be done GC But trade his house that he bought on the G, I. Bill GC For a flag draped casket on a local heroes hill