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Sunday, November 12

There's a Hole in Daddy's Arm Where All the Money Goes

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 nerve and left some 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
Jesus Christ died for nothing I supposed
little pictures 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 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 wearing other kids clothes


Sammy Stone was alone when he popped his last balloon
climbing walls while setting in a chair
and they played his last request
while the room smelled just like death
with an overdose hovering in the air
cause life had lost it's fun
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.

by John Prine

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