Sam Stone

[Intro]
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           Sam Stone came home,

[Verse 1]
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To his wife and family
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After serving in the conflict overseas
And the time that he served,
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Had shattered all his nerves,
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And left a little shrapnel in his knee

[Pre-Chorus]
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But the morphine eased the pain,
And the grass grew 'round his brain,
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And gave him all the confidence he lacked,
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With a Purple Heart and a monkey on his back

[Chorus]
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  There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
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 Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose
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Little pitchers have big ears,
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Don't stop to count the years,
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Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios
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Mmm....

[Verse 2]
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Sam Stone's welcome home
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Didn't last too long
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 He went to work when he'd spent his last dime
And Sammy took to stealing
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When he got that empty feeling
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For a hundred dollar habit without overtime

[Pre-Chorus]
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And the gold rolled through his veins
Like a thousand railroad trains,
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And eased his mind in the hours that he chose,
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While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes

[Chorus]
A7          D                                 Em
  There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
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 Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose
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Little pitchers have big ears,
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Don't stop to count the years,
E7                                A
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios
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Mmm....

[Verse 3]
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Sam Stone was alone
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When he popped his last balloon
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 Climbing walls while sitting in a chair
Well, he played his last request
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While the room smelled just like death
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With an overdose hovering in the air

[Pre-Chorus]
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But life had lost its fun
And there was nothing to be done
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But trade his house that he bought on the G. I.
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Bill
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For a flag draped casket on a local heroes' hill

[Chorus]
A7          D                                 Em
  There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
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 Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose

[Outro]
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Little pitchers have big ears,
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Don't stop to count the years,
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Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios
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Mmm....