Originally posted by AWMac
Man I loved this song..*givin away my age now...*
Well, sometimes we'd travel right down the Green River
To the abandoned old prison down by Airdrie Hill
Where the air smelled like snakes and we'd shoot with our pistols
But empty pop bottles was all we would kill.
~sigh~
Memories
Mac
I had HEARD of John Prine...thought him some sort of acoustic blues artist until my oldest bud in the world turned me onto him one night while visiting him in FLA--copied the 2 disc 'best-of' cd, have listened to it a million times since.
"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 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.
(Chorus)
Theres a hole in daddys arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Dont stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Mmm....
Sam Stones welcome home
Didnt last too long.
He went to work when hed 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 wearin other peoples clothes..."
Aside from a particular song by Gram Parsons, one of the most poignant songs Ive ever heard....and this from a guy who has every Black Sabbath album ever made:eek: