Sam Stone

Sam Stone came home to his (Bb)wife and family after (C7)serving in the conflict overseas,

and the time that he served had (Bb)shattered all his nerves,

and (C7)left a little shrapnel in his (F)knee.

But the (Bbmaj7)morphine eased the pain,

and the grass grew 'round his brain,

and (G7)gave him all the confidence he lacked,

with a Purple

Heart and a monkey on his back.

There's a (F)hole in daddy's arm where all the (Gm)money goes,

(Bb)and Jesus Christ died for nothing,

(C7)I suppose.

Little (F)pitchers have big ears, don't (Dm)stop to count the years.

(G7)Sweet songs never last too long on (C7)broken radios.

Mmm.

Sam Stone's welcome home didn't (Bb)last too long.

(C7)He went to work when he'd spent his last (F)dime,

and Sammy took to stealing, when he (Bb)got that empty feeling for a (C7)hundred dollar habit (Bb)without (C7)overtime.

And the gold rolled through his veins like a thousand railroad trains,

and (G7)eased his mind in the hours that he chose,

while the kids ran around wearing other people's clothes.

There's a (F)Stone was alone when he (Bb)popped his last balloon,

(C7)climbing walls while sitting in a (F)chair.

Well, he played his last request while the (Bb)room smelled just like death,

with an (C7)overdose hovering in the air.

But (Bbmaj7)life had lost its fun and there was nothing to be done but (G7)trade his house that he bought on the G.

I. (C7)Bill for a (G7)flag draped casket on a local heroes' (C7)hill.

There's a (F)hole in daddy's arm where all the (Gm)money goes,

(Bb)and Jesus Christ died for nothing,

(C7)I suppose.

Little (F)pitchers have big ears, don't (Dm)stop to count the years.

(G7)Sweet songs never last too long (C7)on broken radios.

(Bb)Mmm, (C7)(F)mmm.