Sam Stone Acordes

	  
   G                        C 
Sam Stone came home, to his wife and family 
      D                       G 
After serving in the conflict overseas. 
        G                     C 
And the time that he served, Shattered all his nerves, 
    D                             G 
And left a little shrapnel in his knees. 
        C 
But the morphine eased the pain, And the grass grew round his brain, 
     A                             D      D7 
And gave him all the confidence he lacked, 
       A                                D    D7 
With a purple heart and a monkey on his back. 

 
          G                                 C 
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes, 
D                            G 
Daddy must have hurt a lot then I suppose. 
G                              C 
Little pitchers have big ears, Don't stop to count the years, 
D                                                  G C G 
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. 

   G                        C 
Sam Stone's welcome home Didn't last too long. 
                 D                       G 
He went to work when he'd spent his last dime 
         G                     C 
And soon he took to stealing When he got that empty feeling 
         D                             G 
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime. 
         C 
And the gold roared through his veins Like a thousand railroad trains, 
      A                               D      D7 
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose, 
           A                             D      D7 
While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes... 

 
          G                                 C 
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes, 
D                            G 
Daddy must have suffer a lot then I suppose. 
G                              C 
Little pitchers have big ears, Don't stop to count the years, 
D                                                  G C G 
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. 
   G                        C 
Sam Stone was alone When he popped his last balloon, 
          D                       G 
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair. 
       G                     C 
And he breath his last request, 
     D                             G 
While the room smelled just like death, 
         C 
With an overdose hovering in the air. But life had lost it's fun, 

And there was nothing to be done, 
            A                             D      D7 
But trade his house that he bought on the GI bill, 
           A                             D      D7 
For a flag-draped casket on a local hero's hill