John Paul White - Sam Stone

Capo: 4th fret

[Verse 1]
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Sam Stone came home,
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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.
Fmaj7
But the morphine eased the pain,
Fmaj7
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]
C Dm
There’s a hole in daddy’s arm where all the money goes,
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and Jesus Christ died for nothin’ I suppose.
C
Little pitchers have big ears,
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don’t stop to count the years,
D7 G G C G
sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. Mmm….

[Verse 2]
C
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
C
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.
Fmaj7
And the gold ran through his veins,
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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]
C Dm
There’s a hole in daddy’s arm where all the money goes,
Fmaj7 G G
and Jesus Christ died for nothin’ I suppose.
C
Little pitchers have big ears,
Am
don’t stop to count the years,
D7 G G C G
sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. Mmm….

[Verse 3]
C
Sam Stone was alone,
Fmaj7
when he popped his last balloon,
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climbing walls while sitting in a chair
C
Well, he played his last request,
Fmaj7
while the room smelled just like death,
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with an overdose hovering in the air
Fmaj7
Although life had lost its fun,
Fmaj7
and there was nothing to be done,
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but trade his house that he bought on the G, I. Bill;
D7 G C/G G
for a flag-draped casket on a local heroes’ hill

[Chorus]
C Dm
There’s a hole in daddy’s arm where all the money goes,
Fmaj7 G G
and Jesus Christ died for nothin’ I suppose.
C
Little pitchers have big ears,
Am
don’t stop to count the years,
D7 G G C
sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. Mmm….