Lyrics Sam Stone (feat. John Prine) - Nathaniel Rateliff

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 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

There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
And 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
Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm

Sam Stone's welcome home
Didn't last too long
He went to work when he'd spent his last dime
And soon he took to stealin'
When he got that empty feelin'
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 people's clothes

There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
And 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
Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm

Sam Stone was alone
When he popped his last balloon
Climbing walls while sittin' in a chair
Well, he played his last request
While the room smelled just like death
With an overdose hoverin' in the air

But life had lost its fun
And there was nothin' 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
And, 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
Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm
Hmm
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm