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Sam Stone chords
John Prine (live version)
Capo III
D
Sam Stone came home,
G
to his wife and family,
A D
after serving in the conflict overseas.
And the time that he served,
G
had shattered all his nerves,
A D
and left a little shrapnel in his knee.
G
But the morphine eased the pain,
and the grass grew round his brain,
E7 A
and gave him all the confidence he lacked;
E E7 A
with a Purple Heart and a monkey on his back.
D Em
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
G A
and Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose.
D
Little pitchers have big ears,
Bm
don't stop to count the years,
E7 E A A Asus4 A A
sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. Mmm....
D
Sam Stone's welcome home,
G
didn't last too long,
A D
he went to work when he'd spent his last dime
And Sammy took to stealing,
G
when he got that empty feeling,
A D
for a hundred dollar habit without overtime.
G
And the gold rolled through his veins,
like a thousand railroad trains,
E7 A
and eased his mind in the hours that he chose;
E E7 A
while the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes...
D Em
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
G A
and Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose.
D
Little pitchers have big ears,
Bm
don't stop to count the years,
E7 E A A Asus4 A A
sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. Mmm....
D
Sam Stone was alone,
G
when he popped his last balloon,
A D
climbing walls while sitting in a chair
Well, he played his last request,
G
while the room smelled just like death,
A D
with an overdose hovering in the air
G
But life had lost its fun,
and there was nothing to be done,
E7 A
but trade his house that he bought on the G, I. Bill;
E E7 A
for a flag draped casket on a local heroes' hill
D Em
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
G A
and Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose.
D
Little pitchers have big ears,
Bm
don't stop to count the years,
E7 E A A Asus4 A A
sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. Mmm....
A Asus4 A D
Mmm....
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