G C
Sam Stone came home, to his wife and family
D G
After serving in the conflict overseas.
G C
And the time that he served, Shattered all his nerves,
D G
And left a little shrapnel in his knees.
C
But the morphine eased the pain, And the grass grew round his brain,
A D D7
And gave him all the confidence he lacked,
A D D7
With a purple heart and a monkey on his back.
G C
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
D G
Daddy must have hurt a lot then I suppose.
G C
Little pitchers have big ears, Don't stop to count the years,
D G C G
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
G C
Sam Stone's welcome home Didn't last too long.
D G
He went to work when he'd spent his last dime
G C
And soon he took to stealing When he got that empty feeling
D G
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime.
C
And the gold roared through his veins Like a thousand railroad trains,
A D D7
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose,
A D D7
While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes...
G C
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
D G
Daddy must have suffer a lot then I suppose.
G C
Little pitchers have big ears, Don't stop to count the years,
D G C G
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
G C
Sam Stone was alone When he popped his last balloon,
D G
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair.
G C
And he breath his last request,
D G
While the room smelled just like death,
C
With an overdose hovering in the air. But life had lost it's fun,
And there was nothing to be done,
A D D7
But trade his house that he bought on the GI bill,
A D D7
For a flag-draped casket on a local hero's hill