John Prine (Maywood, Illinois, 10 de octubre de 1946) es un cantautor de country y folk estadounidense con un amplio éxito, tanto de crítica como de público, desde la década de 1970.
Sus padres fueron William Prine y Verna Hamm. Su abuelo había sido guitarrista de Merle Travis y Prine se inició como guitarrista a los catorce años. Durante cinco años trabajó como cartero, e hizo el servicio militar antes de comenzar su carrera musical en Chicago.
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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