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!
F Sam Stone came home,
Bb to his wife and family,
CF after serving in the conflict oVerseas.
And the time that he served,
Bb had shattered all his nerves,
CF and left a little shrapnel in his knee.
Bb But the morphine eased the pain,
and the grass grew round his brain,
G7C and gave him all the confidence he lacked;
GG7C with a Purple Heart and a monkey on his back.
FGm There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
BbC and Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose.
F Little pitchers have big ears,
Dm don't stop to count the years,
G7GCCCsus4CC sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. Mmm....
F Sam Stone's welcome home,
Bb didn't last too long,
CF he went to work when he'd spent his last dime
And Sammy took to stealing,
Bb when he got that empty feeling,
CF for a hundred dollar habit without overtime.
Bb And the gold rolled through his veins,
like a thousand railroad trains,
G7C and eased his mind in the hours that he chose;
GG7C while the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes...
FGm There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
BbC and Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose.
F Little pitchers have big ears,
Dm don't stop to count the years,
G7GCCCsus4CC sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. Mmm....
F Sam Stone was alone,
Bb when he popped his last balloon,
CF climbing walls while sitting in a chair
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,
and there was nothing to be done,
G7C but trade his house that he bought on the G, I. Bill;
GG7C for a flag draped casket on a local heroes' hill
FGm There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
BbC and Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose.
F Little pitchers have big ears,
Dm don't stop to count the years,
G7GCCCsus4CC sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. Mmm....