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Prine |
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Sam stone came home, |
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To his wife and family |
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After serving in the conflict overseas. |
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And the time that he served, |
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Had shattered all his nerves, |
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And left a little shrapnel in his knee. |
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But the morphine eased the pain, |
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And the grass grew round his brain, |
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And gave him all the confidence he lacked, |
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With a purple heart and a monkey on his back. |
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Chorus: |
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Theres a hole in daddys arm where all the money goes, |
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Jesus christ died for nothin I suppose. |
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Little pitchers have big ears, |
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Dont stop to count the years, |
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Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. |
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Mmm.... |
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Sam stones welcome home |
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Didnt last too long. |
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He went to work when hed spent his last dime |
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And sammy took to stealing |
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When he got that empty feeling |
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For a hundred dollar habit without overtime. |
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And the gold rolled through his veins |
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Like a thousand railroad trains, |
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And eased his mind in the hours that he chose, |
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While the kids ran around wearin other peoples clothes... |
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Repeat chorus: |
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Sam stone was alone |
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When he popped his last balloon |
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Climbing walls while sitting in a chair |
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Well, he played his last request |
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While the room smelled just like death |
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With an overdose hovering in the air |
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But life had lost its fun |
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And there was nothing to be done |
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But trade his house that he bought on the g, i. bill |
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For a flag draped casket on a local heroes hill |
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Repeat chorus |
