ฟังเพลงSam Stone

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