Sam Stone — Piano Lead Sheet

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.