There’s A Hole In Daddy’s Arm…

Morning Mood: Sam Stone

Sam Stone came home,
To the 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 knees.
But the morhpine 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 nothin I suppose.
Little pitchers 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 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…

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.

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.

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.

Songwriter: John Prine Sam Stone lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

John Prine: Sam Stone

Morning Mood: Souvenirs

All the snow has turned to water
Christmas days have come and gone
Broken toys and faded colors
Are all that’s left to linger on
I hate graveyards and old pawn shops
For they always bring me tears
I can’t forgive the way they rob me
Of my childhood souvenirs

Memories they can’t be boughten
They can’t be won at carnivals for free
Well it took me years
To get those souvenirs
And I don’t know how they slipped away from me

Broken hearts and dirty windows
Make life difficult to see
That’s why last night and this mornin’
Always look the same to meI hate reading old love letters
For they always bring me tears
I can’t forgive the way they rob me
Of my sweetheart’s souvenirs

Memories they can’t be boughten
They can’t be won at carnivals for free
Well it took me years
To get those souvenirs
And I don’t know how they slipped away from me

Songwriter: John Prine Souvenirs lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

John Prine: Souvenirs

Thomas Martin “Tucker” Brown

My Uncle Tucker introduced me to John Prine in the mid seventies. I was seven or eight and he would play Prine on his acoustic guitar all day long. Thank you Tucker Brown! There’s more to Tucker, but not for today…

Afternoon Mood: Him

Over by the window
There’s a pack of cigarettes
Not my brand, you understand
Sometimes the girl forgets

She forgets to hide them
I know who left those smokes behind
She’ll say, “Oh he’s just a friend.”
And I’ll say, “Oh, I’m not blind to.”

Him, him, him
What’s she gonna do about him
She’s gonna have to do without him
Or do without me, me, me
No one gets to get it for free
It’s me or it’s him

Don’t know what he looks like
Don’t know who he is
Don’t know why, she thought that I
Would say what’s mine is his

I don’t want to own her
But I can’t let her have it both ways
Three is one too many of us
She leaves with me, or stays with

Him, him, him
What’s she gonna do about him
She’s gonna have to do without him
Or do without me, me, me
No one gets to get it for free
It’s me or it’s him

Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh

If she wants to, she can have him
Just exactly how we once were
It’s goodbye to you and I
Back to her and I without

Him, him, him
What’s she gonna do about him
She’s gonna have to do without him
Or do without me, me, me
No one gets to get it for free

Time for me to make the girl see
It’s me or it’s him, him, him
What’s she gonna do about him
She’s gonna have to do without him
Or do without me, me, me

Songwriter: Rupert Holmes

https://youtu.be/_GXX4cGYfTU
Rupert Holmes: Him

Afternoon Mood: Torn Between Two Lovers

There are times when a woman has to say what’s on her mind
Even though she knows how much it’s gonna hurt
Before I say another word, let me tell you, I love you
Let me hold you close and say these words as gently as I can

There’s been another man that I’ve needed and I’ve loved
But that doesn’t mean I love you less
And he knows he can’t possess me and he knows he never will
There’s just this empty place inside of me that only he can fill

Torn between two lovers, feelin’ like a fool
Lovin’ both of you is breakin’ all the rules
Torn between two lovers, feelin’ like a fool
Lovin’ you both is breakin’ all the rules

You mustn’t think you’ve failed me
Just because there’s someone else
You were the first real love I ever had
And all the things I ever said
I swear they still are true
For no one else can have the part of me I gave to you

Torn between two lovers, feelin’ like a fool
Lovin’ both of you is breakin’ all the rules
Torn between two lovers, feelin’ like a fool
Lovin’ you both is breakin’ all the rules

I couldn’t really blame you if you turned and walked away
But with everything I feel inside, I’m asking you to stay

Torn between two lovers, feelin’ like a fool
Lovin’ both of you is breakin’ all the rules
Torn between two lovers, feelin’ like a fool
Lovin’ you both is breakin’ all the rules

Torn between two lovers
Feelin’ like a fool
Lovin’ both of you is breakin’ all the rules

Songwriters: Phillip Jarrell / Peter Yarrow Torn Between Two Lovers lyrics © Peermusic Publishing.

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