Sam Stone (Key of D)
(John Prine)

(D)Sam Stone came home,
To his w(G)ife and family
After s(A)erving in the conflict overs(D)eas.
And the time that he served,
Had sha(G)ttered all his nerves,
And l(A)eft a little shrapnel in his k(D)nee.(G) (D)
But the mor(G)hpine eased the pain,
And the grass grew round his brain,
And g(E)ave him all the confidence he la(A)cked, (A7)
With a P(E)urple Heart and a monkey on his b(A)ack. (A7)

Chorus

There's a (D)hole in daddy's arm where all the mo(Em)ney goes,
Je(G)sus Christ died for nothin I sup(A)pose.
Little pi(D)tchers have big ears,
Don't st(Bm)op to count the years,
Sw(E)eet songs never last too long on br(A)oken radios.
Mm(D)m....


Sam S(D)tone's welcome home
Didn't l(G)ast too long.
H(A)e went to work when he'd spent his last d(D)ime
And Sammy took to stealing
When he g(G)ot that empty feeling
For a h(A)undred dollar habit without overti(D)me.(G) (D)
And the gold ro(G)lled through his veins
Like a thousand railroad trains,
And e(E)ased his mind in the hours that he ch(A)ose, (A7)
While the k(E)ids ran around wearin' other peoples' clo(A)thes...(A7)

Repeat Chorus

S(D)am Stone was alone
When he p(G)opped his last balloon,
Cl(A)imbing walls while sitting in a ch(D)air.
Well, he played his last request,
While the r(G)oom smelled just like death,
With an ove(A)rdose hovering in the (D)air.(G) (D)
But lif(G)e had lost it's fun,
There was nothing to be done,
But t(E)rade his house that he bought on the GI B(A)ill, (A7)
For a fl(E)ag-draped casket on a local hero's h(A)ill. (A7)

Repeat Chorus