F Sam Stone came home,A# to his wife and family,C F after serving in the conflict oVerseas. And the time that he served,A# had shattered all his nerves,C F and left a little shrapnel in his knee.A# But the morphine eased the pain, and the grass grew round his brain,G7 C and gave him all the confidence he lacked;G G7 C with a Purple Heart and a monkey on his back. F Gm There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,A# C and Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose.F Little pitchers have big ears,Dm don't stop to count the years,G7 G C C Csus4 C C sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. Mmm.... F Sam Stone's welcome home,A# didn't last too long,C F he went to work when he'd spent his last dime And Sammy took to stealing,A# when he got that empty feeling,C F for a hundred dollar habit without overtime.A# And the gold rolled through his veins, like a thousand railroad trains,G7 C and eased his mind in the hours that he chose;G G7 C while the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes... F Gm There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,A# C and Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose.F Little pitchers have big ears,Dm don't stop to count the years,G7 G C C Csus4 C C sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. Mmm.... F Sam Stone was alone,A# when he popped his last balloon,C F climbing walls while sitting in a chair Well, he played his last request,A# while the room smelled just like death,C F with an overdose hovering in the airA# But life had lost its fun, and there was nothing to be done,G7 C but trade his house that he bought on the G, I. Bill;G G7 C for a flag draped casket on a local heroes' hill F Gm There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,A# C and Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose.F Little pitchers have big ears,Dm don't stop to count the years,G7 G C C Csus4 C C sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. Mmm.... C Csus4 C F Mmm....
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