Great Society Conflict Veteran’s Blues Songtext
von John Prine

Sam Stone came home to his wife and family
After servin′ 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


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 stealin'
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
An' 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, mm


Sam Stone was alone
When he popped his last balloon
Climbin' 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 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
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