Sam Stone

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Sam Stone came home,
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to his wife and family,
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after serving in the conflict 
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overseas.

And the time that he served,
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had shattered all his nerves,
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and left a little shrapnel in his 
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knee.
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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 
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on his back.

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There's a hole in daddy's arm where
         Em
 all the money goes,
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and Jesus Christ died for nothin' I
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 suppose.
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Little pitchers have big ears,
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don't stop to count the years,
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sweet songs never last too long on
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 broken radios. Mmm....

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Sam Stone's welcome home,
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didn't last too long,
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he went to work when he'd spent his
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 last dime

And Sammy took to stealing,
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when he got that empty feeling,
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for a hundred dollar habit without 
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overtime.
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And the gold rolled through his 
veins,

like a thousand railroad trains,
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and eased his mind in the hours 
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that he chose;
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while the kids ran around wearin' 
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other peoples' clothes...

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There's a hole in daddy's arm where
         Em
 all the money goes,
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and Jesus Christ died for nothin' I
    A
 suppose.
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Little pitchers have big ears,
      Bm
don't stop to count the years,
      E7                   E      
sweet songs never last too long on
            A   A Asus4 A A
 broken radios. Mmm....

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Sam Stone was alone,
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when he popped his last balloon,
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climbing walls while sitting in a 
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chair

Well, he played his last request,
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while the room smelled just like 
death,
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with an overdose hovering in the air
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But life had lost its fun,

and there was nothing to be done,
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but trade his house that he bought 
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on the G, I. Bill;
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for a flag draped casket on a 
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local heroes' hill

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There's a hole in daddy's arm where
         Em
 all the money goes,
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and Jesus Christ died for nothin' I
    A
 suppose.
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Little pitchers have big ears,
      Bm
don't stop to count the years,
      E7                   E      
sweet songs never last too long on
            A   A Asus4 A A
 broken radios. Mmm....

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Mmm....