Sam Stone Chords by John Prine

[C] _ [Dm] _ [E] _ _ [F] _ _ Sam Stone came home to [Bb] his wife and family.
_ _ [C] After serving in the conflict [F] overseas.
_ _ And _ _ the time that he served _ [Bb] had shattered all his nerves.
_ [C] And left a little shrapnel in [F] his [Bb] knees.
_ [F] _ _ But [Bb] the morphine eased the pain.
_ And the grass grew around his brain.
_ [G] And gave him all the [Dm] confidence he [C] lacked.
_ _ _ _ With [G] a purple heart and a monkey on [C] his back.
_ _ _ _ [D] _ [Am] [F] There's a hole in daddy's arm where [Gm] all the money goes.
_ _ _ _ [Bb] And Jesus Christ died for nothing, [C] I suppose.
_ _ [Gm] _ [F] Little pitchers have big ears, [Dm] don't stop to count the years.
_ [G] Sweet songs never last too [C] long on broken _ _ [E] radios.
_ _ [F] _ _ .
_ Sam _ _ _ _ Stone's welcome home _ [Bb] didn't last too long.
_ He _ [C] _ .
went to work when he'd spent his [F] last dime.
_ _ _ _ _ And Sammy took to stealing _ when [Bb] he got that empty feeling.
_ [C] For a hundred dollar habit [Bb] _ [C] without [F] overtime _ .
[Bb] _ _ [F] And the [Bb] gold rolled through his veins like a thousand railroad trains.
_ [G] _ Eased his mind in the hours that [C] he chose.
_ _ _ _ [G] While the kids ran around wearing [Dm] other people's [C] clothes.
_ _ _ _ [D] _ [Am] [F] There's a hole in daddy's arm where [Gm] all the money goes.
_ _ _ _ [Bb] And Jesus Christ died for nothing, [C] I suppose.
_ _ [Gm] _ [F] Little pitchers have big ears, _ [Dm] don't stop to count the years.
_ _ [G] Sweet songs [Dm] never last too [G] long [C] on broken _ radios.
[Gm] _ _ [F] _ _ .
_ Sam _ _ _ Stone was alone when [Bb] he popped his last balloon.
_ _ [C] _ .
Climbing walls while sitting in [F] a chair.
_ Well _ _ he played his last request _ [Bb] while a room smelled just like death.
_ [C] With an overdose _ [Bb] hovering [C] in [F] the air.
[Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ But [Bb] life had lost its fun, there was nothing to be done.
_ [G] Betrayed his house that he bought on the [C] GI Bill _ .
_ For _ _ [G] a flag [D] draped casket on [G] a local [C] hero's hill _ .
_ _ _ _ _ [F] There's a hole in daddy's arm [Gm] where all the money goes.
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ .
And Jesus Christ died for [C] nothing, I suppose.
_ _ _ [Gm] [F] Little pitchers have big ears, _ [Dm] don't stop to count the years.
_ [G] Sweet songs never [D] last [Dm] too long [C] on broken _ _ [E] radios.
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .