Sam Stone

Sam Stone came home (ret)
To his wife and family (ret)
After serving in the conflict overseas (ret)
And the time that he served (ret)
Had shattered all his nerves (ret)
And left a little shrapnel in his knee (ret)
But the morphine eased the pain (ret)
And the grass grew round his brain (ret)
And gave him all the confidence he lacked (ret)
With a Purple Heart and a monkey on his back (ret)

Chorus: (ret)
There’s a hole in daddy’s arm (ret)
Where all the money goes (ret)
And Jesus Christ died for nothing (ret)
I suppose (ret)
Little pitchers have big ears (ret)
Don’t stop to count the years (ret)
Sweet songs never last too long (ret)
On broken radios (ret)

Sam Stone’s welcome home (ret)
Didn’t last too long (ret)
He went to work when he’d spent his last dime (ret)
And Sammy took to stealing (ret)
When he got that empty feeling (ret)
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime (ret)
And the gold rolled through his veins (ret)
Like a thousand railroad trains (ret)
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose (ret)
While his kids ran around wearing other people’s clothes (ret)

Repeat Chorus (rte)

Sam Stone was alone (ret)
When he popped his last balloon (ret)
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair (ret)
Well, he played his last request (ret)
While the room smelled just like death (ret)
With an overdose hovering in the air (ret)
But life had lost its fun (ret)
And there was nothing to be done (ret)
But trade his house that he’d bought on the G.I. bill (ret)
For a flag draped casket on a local hero’s hill (ret)

Repeat chorus (ret)


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