Sam Stone 歌詞
Sam Stone - The Hit Crew
Sam stone came home to his wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas
And the time that he served had
Shattered all his nerves
And left a little shrapnel in his knee
But the M******e eased the pain
And the grass grew round his brain
And gave him all the confidence he lacked
With a purple heart and a monkey on his back
There's a hole in daddy's arm where
All the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears don't
Stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too
Long on broken radios
Sam stone's welcome home
Didn't last too long
He went to work when he'd
Spent his last dime
And Sammy took to stealing when he
Got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit
Without overtime
And the gold rolled through his veins
Like a thousand railroad trains
And eased his mind in the hours
That he chose
While the kids ran around wearin'
Other peoples' clothes
There's a hole in daddy's arm
Where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don't stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long
On broken radios
Sam stone was alone when he
Popped his last balloon
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair
Well he played his last request
While the room smelled just like death
With an overdose hovering in the air
But life had lost its fun
And there was nothing to be done
But trade his house that he bought
On the G I Bill
For a flag draped casket on a
Local heroes' hill
There's a hole in daddy's arm
Where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin'
I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don't stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long
On broken radios