Prine John - Sam Stone, аккорды
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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From uunet!wupost!darwin.sura.net!news.udel.edu!diusys!walt Mon Aug 17 14:54:06 PDT 1992 Article: 1596 of alt.guitar.tab Newsgroups: alt.guitar.tab Path: nevada.edu!uunet!wupost!darwin.sura.net!news.udel.edu!diusys!walt From: walt@diusys (Walt Dabell) Subject: Re: John Prine requests Message-ID: Sender: [email protected] Nntp-Posting-Host: diusys.cms.udel.edu Organization: University of Delaware X-Newsreader: Tin 1.1 PL3 References: Distribution: na Date: Sun, 16 Aug 1992 18:30:57 GMT Lines: 75 Sam Stone by John PrineGSam Stone came home,CTo the wife and familyDGAfter serving in the conflict overseas.GAnd the time that he served,CHad shattered all his nerves,DGAnd left a little shrapnel in his knees.CBut the morhpine eased the pain,CAnd the grass grew round his brain,ADD7And gave him all the confidence he lacked,ADD7With a purple heart and a monkey on his back. CHORUS:GCThere's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,DGJesus Christ died for nothin I suppose.GLittle pitchers have big ears,CDon't stop to count the years,DGCGSweet 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 soon he took to stealing When he got that empty feeling For a hundred dollar habit without overtime. And the gold roared 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... 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, 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 hero's hill. CHORUS --------------------- Credit where credit is due: I got the words from a lyrics ftp site and am sitting here on a Saturday night with guitar and PeeC in hand transcribing the chords when John Prine himself is playing in concert not 40 miles from here at this very moment. Gosh I feel empty. WORDS Transcribed by Rich Kulawiec, [email protected] CHORDS by Walt Dabell -- __________________________________________________________ Walt Dabell KD3GS (302)645-4225 [email protected] U of Delaware / College of Marine Studies 700 Pilottown Rd. Lewes, DE 19958
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