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Sam Stone van John Prine.
Het is het verhaal van een Vietnamveteraan die gebroken terugkeert, met een verslaving. De tekst spreekt verder voor zich, denk ik.
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 hs knee But the morphine 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
Chorus: There's a hole in daddy's arm Where all the money goes Jesus Christ died for nothing 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 vains Like a thousand railroad trains And eased his mind in the hours that he chose While the kids ran around wearing other People's clothes Chorus 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 it's fun And there was nothing to be done But trade his house that he bought on the GI Bill For a flag draped casket on a local heroes hill