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JOHN PRINE lyrics - John Prine

Sam Stone

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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: 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. Mmm.... 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 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... Repeat 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 its fun And there was nothing to be done But trade his house that he bought on the G, I. Bill For a flag draped casket on a local heroes' hill Repeat Chorus

Winning

SANTANA "Freedom"
Winning (Music/ Lyrics: Leo Ballard) One day I was on the ground When I needed a hand And it couldn't be found I was so far down That I couldn't get up You know and One day I was one of life's losers Even my friends were my ac-cus-ers And in my head Lost before I'd begun I had a dream But it turned to dust What I thought was love That must have been lust I was living in style When the walls fell in When I played my hand I looked like a joker Turn around Fate must have woke her 'Cause lady luck she was Waiting outside the door Chorus: I'm winning I'm winning I'm winning And I don't intend on losing again Too bad it belonged to me It was the wrong time And I meant to be It took a long time And I knew for now I can see the day That I breath for Friends agree there's a need To play the game And to win again Chorus: (repeat first line 5x's) (repeat last line 4x's) Repeat Verse II Chorus: (repeat first line 5x's)

Head Over Heels

Gos Go
head over heels Been running so long I've nearly lost all track of time In every direction I couldn't see the warning signs I must be losin' it 'Cuz my mind plays tricks on me It looked so easy But you know looks sometimes deceive Been running so fast Right from the starting line No more connections I don't need any more advice One hand's just reaching out And one's just hangin' on It seems my weaknesses Just keep going strong CHORUS Head over heels Where should I go Can't stop myself Outta control Head over heels No time to think Looks like The whole world's out of sync Been running so hard When what I need is to unwind The voice of reason Is one I left so far behind I waited so long So long to play this part And just remembered That I'd forgotten about my heart CHORUS

Mo Money Mo Problems

P. DIDDY
Verse One: Mase Now, who's hot who not Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down to the tube sock, the same ol pimp Mase, you know ain't nuttin change but my limp Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp Guarantee a million sales pullin all the love You don't believe in Harlem World nigga double up We don't play around it's a bet lay it down nigga didn't know me ninety-one bet they know me now I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound Can't no Ph.D. niggaz hold me down, Cooter schooled me to the game, now I know my duty Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie True pimp niggaz spend no dough on the booty And then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie *singers come in over this last line* I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see (repeat 2X) Verse Two: Puff Daddy Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the D-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly I call all the shots Rip all the spots, rock all the rocks Cop all the drops, I know you thinkin now's when all the ballin stops, nigga never home gotta call me on the yacht Ten years from now we'll still be on top Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop Now whatcha gonna do when it's cool bag a money much longer than yours and a team much stronger than yours, violate me this'll be your day, we don't play Mess around be D.O.A., be on your way Cause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here for you to shine here, deal with many women but treat dimes fair, and I'm bigger than the city lights down in Times Square Yeah, yeah yeah I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see repeat 2X) Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G. Uhh, uhhh B.I.G., P-O, P-P-A No info, for the, DEA Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement My team supreme, stay clean Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that cat you see at all events bent Gats in holsters girls on shoulders Playboy, I told ya, bein mice to me Bruise too much, I lose, too much Step on stage the girls boo too much I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much Me lose my touch, never that If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat Where the true players at? Throw your Rollies in the sky Wave em side to side and keep your hands high While I give your girl the eye, player please Lyrically, niggaz see, B.I.G. be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune Five double oh, here's my phone number Your man ain't got to know, I got to go Got the flow down pizat, platinum plus Like thizat, dangerous on trizack, leave your ass blizzack I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see repeat 3X) What's goin on? What's goin on? I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see (repeat 3X to fade)

No Way

Jim Boyd "First Come Last Served"
Everyday I learn Of a new direction that I must go in And it's everyone's concern Cause they all tell me on television That I must find out before too long That their way is right and my way is wrong Cause I'm not the same I don't play the game But I've got to listen Or I won't fit in they say Chorus: No way When I look out my eyes I see the things that I need to see But I'm told they tell me lies Cause we don't agree politically And now I must find out before too long That the money's right And my color's wrong As the morning news plays the biased blues But they won't admit cause It just won't fit on the page Chorus: No way Bridge: And I've been listening to this crap For so long without a say Sing a different song It don't mean it's wrong Won't you listen here today Chorus: No way

Fly

Graham Parker "12 Haunted Episodes"
Intro Am C (twice) (C) Am C As you look into an invisible landscape Dm7 C and the waves of time part behind your back G As your life crumbles and turns into fiction Dm7 C and the end of it becomes a fact Am C The ghosts of children will run in your garden Dm7 C and play with an imaginary ball G You will be released and pardoned Dm7 C Now there's nowhere left to fall Dm7 C Dm7 C CHORUS Good bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye Dm7 (add G) C Dm7 C Now fly fly fly fly fly fly fly fly fly Am C A steam rises out of the water Dm7 C and a mist hangs over the field G The tears of your wife and daughter Dm7 C have all but released their yield Am C The ghosts of lovers will walk toward you Dm7 C and beckon you into their arms G and the mighty bells of chaos Dm7 C will no longer sound their alarms CHORUS repeat (plus way way way way way) Dm7 G Shake off your carcass leave us in the dark C C That's us fumbling 'round like ants on the ground Dm7 G in palaces and hovels reading mystery novels C C But we never get the plot Maybe you got it now Dm7 G Shake that mortal coil leave us to toil C C take off that weight take off that weight Dm7 G Listen to the silence know the end of violence C C is a clean slate Is a clean slate CHORUS repeat

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