D
Sam Stone came home,
G
to his wife and family,
AD
after serving in the conflict overseas.
And the time that he served,
G
had shattered all his nerves,
AD
and left a little shrapnel in his knee.
G
But the morphine eased the pain,
and the grass grew round his brain,
E7A
and gave him all the confidence he lacked;
EE7A
with a Purple Heart and a monkey on his back.
DEm
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
GA
and Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose.
D
Little pitchers have big ears,
Bm
don't stop to count the years,
E7EAAAsus4AA
sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. Mmm....
D
Sam Stone's welcome home,
G
didn't last too long,
AD
he went to work when he'd spent his last dime
And Sammy took to stealing,
G
when he got that empty feeling,
AD
for a hundred dollar habit without overtime.
G
And the gold rolled through his veins,
like a thousand railroad trains,
E7A
and eased his mind in the hours that he chose;
EE7A
while the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes...
DEm
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
GA
and Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose.
D
Little pitchers have big ears,
Bm
don't stop to count the years,
E7EAAAsus4AA
sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. Mmm....
D
Sam Stone was alone,
G
when he popped his last balloon,
AD
climbing walls while sitting in a chair
Well, he played his last request,
G
while the room smelled just like death,
AD
with an overdose hovering in the air
G
But life had lost its fun,
and there was nothing to be done,
E7A
but trade his house that he bought on the G, I. Bill;
EE7A
for a flag draped casket on a local heroes' hill
DEm
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
GA
and Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose.
D
Little pitchers have big ears,
Bm
don't stop to count the years,
E7EAAAsus4AA
sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. Mmm....
AAsus4AD
Mmm....