F Sam Stone came home, Bb to his wife and family, C F after serving in the conflict oVerseas. And the time that he served, Bb had shattered all his nerves, C F and left a little shrapnel in his knee. Bb 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, Bb 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, Bb didn't last too long, C F he went to work when he'd spent his last dime And Sammy took to stealing, Bb when he got that empty feeling, C F for a hundred dollar habit without overtime. Bb 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, Bb 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, Bb when he popped his last balloon, C F climbing walls while sitting in a chair Well, he played his last request, Bb while the room smelled just like death, C F with an overdose hovering in the air Bb 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, Bb 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....
