Sam Stone
 作曲 : John Prine
 制作人 : Arif Mardin
 钢琴 : Bobby Wood
 电吉他 : Reggie Young
 鼓 : Gene Chrisman
 低音吉他 : Mike Leach
 打击乐 : Bishop Heywood
 管风琴 : Bobby Emmons
 吉他 : John Christopher
 木吉他 : John Prine
 人声 : John Prine
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 ******** 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 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 veins
Like a thousand railroad trains
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose
While the kids ran around wearing other peoples' clothes

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 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 nothing I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don't stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios