Chords for John Prine - "Sam Stone" - Live from Sessions at West 54th

Boy, I love Iris DeMint, man.
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[Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I called her up and told her I had this song I wanted her to sing,
and I said, Iris, some of the lyrics may be a little questionable.
_ _ So I sent the tape and the lyrics to her, and I didn't hear back for about a week.
Finally I called her and I said, well, _ _ what do you think?
I said, you know, when I was writing it, I said, you were the one that had in mind singing the girl part. _
She said, yeah, you probably couldn't get nobody else. _ _
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Sam Stone came home [Ab] to his wife and family
_ [Bb] after serving in the conflict [Eb] overseas.
_ _ _ And the time that he served _ [Ab] has shattered all his nerves
[Bb] and left a little shrapnel [Eb] in his knee.
[Ab] _ [Eb] _ _ [Ab] But the morphine eased the pain, and the grass grew round his brain
and [F] gave him all the confidence [Bb] he lacked
with _ [F] a purple heart and a monkey [Bb] on his back.
_ _ _ [Eb] There's a hole in daddy's arm [Fm] where all the money goes
and _ [Ab] Jesus Christ died for nothing, [Bb] I suppose.
_ _ Little [Eb] pictures have big ears, [C] don't stop [Cm] to count the years.
[F] Sweet songs never last too [Bb] long on broken radios.
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[Ab] Sam _ [Eb] _ [Bb] _ [Eb] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Stone's welcome home [Ab] didn't last too long.
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He went to work when he'd spent [Eb] his last dime. _ _
_ _ Sammy took to stealing when [Ab] he got that empty feeling
[Bb] for a hundred dollar habit [Ab] _ [Bb] without [Eb] overtime.
[Ab] _ _ [Eb] _
[Ab] And the gold rolled through his veins like a thousand railroad trains
[F] and eased his mind in the hours [Bb] that he chose
_ while [F] the kids ran around wearing other [Bb] people's [Eb] clothes. _
[Bb] _ _ [Eb] There's a hole in daddy's arm where [Fm] all the money goes
and _ [Bb] _ [Ab]
Jesus Christ died for nothing, [Bb] I suppose. _
_ _ [Eb] Little pictures have big ears, [Cm] don't stop to count the years.
_ [F] Sweet songs never last too [Bb] long on broken _ radios.
_ [Eb] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
Sam Stone was alone _ when he [Ab] popped his last balloon,
_ _ [Bb] climbing walls while sitting [Eb] in a chair. _ _ _ _
Well, he played his last request [Ab] while the room smelled just like death
[Bb] with an overdose [Ab]
[Bb] hovering in [Eb] the [Ab] air.
_ [Eb] _ _
[Ab] But life is lost, it's fine, and there was nothing to be done.
_ [F] The traders' house said it bought on a [Bb] GI bill
_ _ _ [F] for a flag-taped casket on a local [Bb] hero's hill.
[Eb] _ _
[Bb] _ _ [Eb] There's a hole in daddy's arm where [Fm] all the money goes
and _ _ _ _ [Ab]
Jesus Christ died for [Bb] nothing, I suppose. _
_ _ [Eb] Little pictures have big ears, [Cm] don't stop to count the years.
_ [F] Sweet songs never last too [Bb] long on broken radios.
[Eb] [Bb] Mmm, [Eb] _ mmm, [Ab] _ _
[Bb] mmm, mmm, mmm.
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_ _ _ Thank you. _ _ _
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