Sam Stone

   G                        C
Sam Stone came home, to his wife and
 family
      D                      
After serving in the conflict 
 G
overseas.
        G                   
And the time that he served, 
  C
Shattered all his nerves,
    D                             
And left a little shrapnel in his 
G
knees.
        C
But the morphine eased the pain, And
 the grass grew round his brain,
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And gave him all the confidence he 
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lacked,
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With a purple heart and a monkey on
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 his back.

[Chorus]
          G                        
There's a hole in daddy's arm where
         C
 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,
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D                                 
Sweet songs never last too long on
                 G C G
 broken radios.

   G                        C
Sam Stone's welcome home Didn't last
 too long.
                 D                 
He went to work when he'd spent his
      G
 last dime
         G                     C
And soon he took to stealing When he
 got that empty feeling
         D                         
For a hundred dollar habit without 
    G
overtime.
         C
And the gold roared through his 
veins Like a thousand railroad 
trains,
      A                            
And eased his mind in the hours 
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that he chose,
           A                     
While the kids ran around wearin' 
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other peoples' clothes...

[Chorus]
          G                        
There's a hole in daddy's arm where
         C
 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                                 
Sweet songs never last too long on
                 G C G
 broken radios.
   G                        C
Sam Stone was alone When he popped 
his last balloon,
          D                       
Climbing walls while sitting in a 
G
chair.
       G                     C
And he breath his last request,
     D                          
While the room smelled just like 
   G
death,
         C
With an overdose hovering in the 
air. But life had lost it's fun,

And there was nothing to be done,
            A                      
But trade his house that he bought 
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on the GI bill,
           A                       
For a flag-draped casket on a local
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 hero's hill