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