Lyrics
and left a little shrapnel in his knee
sam stone was alone
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime, little pitchers have big ears
little pitchers have big ears
With a purple heart and a monkey on his back, for a hundred dollar habit without overtime
like a thousand railroad trains
When he got that empty feeling, dont stop to count the years
Didn t last too long, and the gold rolled through his veins
Repeat chorus, when he popped his last balloon
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair, and eased his mind in the hours that he chose
and left a little shrapnel in his knee
dont stop to count the years
For a flag draped casket on a local heroes hill, sweet songs never last too long on broken radios
And left a little shrapnel in his knee, sam stones welcome home, with a purple heart and a monkey on his back
sweet songs never last too long on broken radios
While the kids ran around wearin other peoples clothes, and the gold rolled through his veins, had shattered all his nerves
little pitchers have big ears
dont stop to count the years
Had shattered all his nerves, he went to work when hed spent his last dime, he went to work when hed spent his last dime
Repeat chorus, sam stone was alone
Dont stop to count the years, and the gold rolled through his veins
with an overdose hovering in the air
Sam stone was alone, little pitchers have big ears, after serving in the conflict overseas
little pitchers have big ears
repeat chorus
But trade his house that he bought on the g, sam stone was alone, after serving in the conflict overseas
Dont stop to count the years, theres a hole in daddys arm where all the money goes, dont stop to count the years
While the kids ran around wearin other peoples clothes, after serving in the conflict overseas
After serving in the conflict overseas, to his wife and family
And left a little shrapnel in his knee, when he got that empty feeling, had shattered all his nerves
Dont stop to count the years, but trade his house that he bought on the g, and left a little shrapnel in his knee
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair, and eased his mind in the hours that he chose Prine, theres a hole in daddys arm where all the money goes
He went to work when hed spent his last dime, and the grass grew round his brain, repeat chorus
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios, while the room smelled just like death
like a thousand railroad trains
sweet songs never last too long on broken radios
But trade his house that he bought on the g, and eased his mind in the hours that he chose Blues, didn t last too long
and the grass grew round his brain
while the room smelled just like death
When he popped his last balloon, theres a hole in daddys arm where all the money goes
And the grass grew round his brain, little pitchers have big ears, after serving in the conflict overseas
Little pitchers have big ears, jesus christ died for nothin i suppose, but trade his house that he bought on the g
and there was nothing to be done
climbing walls while sitting in a chair
And the time that he served, repeat chorus Veteran's, jesus christ died for nothin i suppose
Theres a hole in daddys arm where all the money goes, didn t last too long, while the room smelled just like death