Sam Stone
John Prine
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G Sam Stone came home,C To the wife and familyD After serving in the conflictG overseas.G And the time that he served,C Had shattered all his nerves,D And left a little shrapnel in hisG knees.C But the morhpine eased the pain,C And the grass grew round his brain,A And gave him all the confidence heD D7 lacked,A With a purple heart and a monkey onD D7 his back. [Chorus]G There's a hole in daddy's arm whereC all the money goes,D G Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose.G Little pitchers have big ears,C Don't stop to count the years,D Sweet songs never last too long onG C G broken radios. [Verse 2]Continúa después del anuncioG Sam Stone's welcome homeC Didn't last too long.D He went to work when he'd spent hisG last dimeG And soon he took to stealingC When he got that empty feelingD For a hundred dollar habit withoutG overtime.C And the gold roared through his veinsC Like a thousand railroad trains,A And eased his mind in the hoursD D7 that he chose,A While the kids ran around wearin'D D7 other peoples' clothes... [Chorus]G There's a hole in daddy's arm whereC all the money goes,D G Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose.G Little pitchers have big ears,C Don't stop to count the years,D Sweet songs never last too long onG C G broken radios. [Verse 3]G Sam Stone was aloneC When he popped his last balloon,D Climbing walls while sitting in aG chair.G Well, he played his last request,C While the room smelled just like death,D With an overdose hovering in theG air.C But life had lost it's fun,C There was nothing to be done,A But trade his house that he boughtD D7 on the GI bill,A For a flag-draped casket on a localD D7 hero's hill. [Chorus]G There's a hole in daddy's arm whereC all the money goes,D G Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose.G Little pitchers have big ears,C Don't stop to count the years,D Sweet songs never last too long onG C G broken radios.