Sam Stone

came home

to his (Bb)wife and fam i ly

af ter (C7)serv ing in the con flict o ver seas,

and the time that he served

had (Bb)shat tered all his nerves,

and (C7)left a lit tle shrap nel in his (F)knee.

But the (Bbmaj7)mor phine eased the pain,

and the grass grew ’round his brain,

and (G7)gave him all

the con fi dence he lacked,

with a (G7)Pur ple Heart and a mon key on his back.

There’s a (F)hole in dad dy’s arm

where all the (Gm)mon ey goes,

and Je sus Christ

died for noth ing, (C7)I sup pose.

Lit tle (F)pitch ers have big ears,

don’t (Dm)stop to count the years.

(G7)Sweet songs

nev er last too long on

bro ken ra di os.

Mmm.

Sam Stone’s

wel come home

did n’t (Bb)last too long.

He went to work when he’d spent his last (F)dime,

and Sam my took to steal ing,

when he (Bb)got that emp ty feel ing

for a (C7)hun dred dol lar hab it

with out (C7)o ver time.

And the gold rolled through his veins

like a thou sand rail road trains,

and (G7)eased his mind in the hours that he chose,

while the (G7)kids ran a round wear ing oth er peo ple’s clothes.

There’s a (F)Stone was a lone

when he (Bb)popped his last bal loon,

climb ing walls while sit ting in a (F)chair.

Well, he played his last re quest

while the (Bb)room smelled just like death,

with an (C7)o ver dose

hov er ing in the air.

But (Bbmaj7)life had lost its fun

and there was noth ing to be done

but (G7)trade his house that he bought on the G.

I.

(C7)Bill

for a (G7)flag draped cas ket on a lo cal he roes’ (C7)hill.

There’s a (F)hole in dad dy’s arm

where all the (Gm)mon ey goes,

and Je sus Christ

died for noth ing, (C7)I sup pose.

Lit tle (F)pitch ers have big ears,

don’t (Dm)stop to count the years.

(G7)Sweet songs

nev er last too long on bro ken ra di os.

Mmm,

(F)mmm.