John Prine (nascido em 10 de outubro de 1946 em Maywood, Illinois) é um cantor e compositor americano country/folk. Ele está na ativades desde o começo dos anos 70 até hoje em dia.
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
C Sam Stone came home F to his wife and family GC after serving in the conflict overseas
And the time that he served F had shattered all his nerves GC and left a little shrapnel in his knee F But the morphine eased the pain
and the grass grew round his brain D7G and gave him all the confidence he lacked DD7G with a Purple Heart and a monkey on his back
CDm There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes FG and Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose C Little pitchers have big ears Am don't stop to count the years D7DGGGsus4GG sweet songs never last too long on broken radios Mmm
C Sam Stone's welcome home F didn't last too long GC he went to work when he'd spent his last dime
And Sammy took to stealing F when he got that empty feeling GC for a hundred dollar habit without overtime F And the gold rolled through his veins
like a thousand railroad trains D7G and eased his mind in the hours that he chose DD7G while the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes
CDm There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes FG and Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose C Little pitchers have big ears Am don't stop to count the years D7DGGGsus4GG sweet songs never last too long on broken radios Mmm
C Sam Stone was alone F when he popped his last balloon GC climbing walls while sitting in a chair
Well he played his last request F while the room smelled just like death GC with an overdose hovering in the air F But life had lost its fun
and there was nothing to be done D7G but trade his house that he bought on the G I Bill DD7G for a flag draped casket on a local heroes' hill
CDm There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes FG and Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose C Little pitchers have big ears Am don't stop to count the years D7DGGGsus4GG sweet songs never last too long on broken radios Mmm