Chords:
{t: Sam Stone }
{artist: John Prine }
{key: F}
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OLVWEYUqGew
[C] [F]
[F] Sam Stone came home, to his [Bb] wife and family,
after [C] serving in the conflict over-[F]seas.
And the [F] time that he served, had [Bb] shattered all his nerves,
and [C] left a little shrapnel in his [F] knee. [Bb] [F]
{c: }
But the mor-[Bb]phine eased the pain,
and the [Bb] grass grew round his brain,
and [G7] gave him all the confidence he [C] lacked;
with a [G7] Purple Heart and a [G] monkey on his [C] back.
{c: }
There's a [F] hole in daddy's arm where all the [Gm] money goes,
and [Bb] Jesus Christ died for nothin' I sup-[C]pose.
Little [F] pitchers have big ears,
don't [Dm] stop to count the years,
sweet [G7] songs never last too [G] long on broken radi-[C]os.
[C] Mmm [Csus4] .. [C] [C]
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Sam [F] Stone's welcome home, didn't [Bb] last too long,
he [C] went to work when he'd spent his last [F] dime
And [F] Sammy took to stealing, when he [Bb] got that empty feeling,
for a [C] hundred dollar habit without over-[F]time.
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And the [Bb] gold rolled through his veins,
like a [Bb] thousand railroad trains,
and [G7] eased his mind in the hours that he [C] chose;
while the [G] kids ran around [G7] wearin' other peoples' [C] clothes...
{c: }
There's a [F] hole in daddy's arm where all the [Gm] money goes,
and [Bb] Jesus Christ died for nothin' I sup-[C]pose.
Little [F] pitchers have big ears,
don't [Dm] stop to count the years,
sweet [G7] songs never last too [G] long on broken radi-[C]os. [C] Mmm [Csus4] .. [C] [C]
{c: }
Sam [F] Stone was alone, when he [Bb] popped his last balloon,
[C] climbing walls while sitting in a [F] chair
Well, he [F] played his last request,
while the [Bb] room smelled just like death,
with an [C] overdose hovering in the [F] air
{c: }
But [Bb] life had lost its fun, and there was [Bb] nothing to be done,
but [G7] trade his house that he bought on the G, I. [C] Bill;
for a [G] flag draped casket on a [G7] local heroes' [C] hill
{c: }
There's a [F] hole in daddy's arm where all the [Gm] money goes,
and [Bb] Jesus Christ died for nothin' I sup-[C]pose.
Little [F] pitchers have big ears, don't [Dm] stop to count the years,
sweet [G7] songs never last too [G] long on broken radi-[C]os. [C] Mmm [Csus4] .. [C] [C]
[C] Mmm.[Csus4] ... [C] [F]
