Sam Stone chords by Johnny Cash

SAM STONE

   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.

Chorus:
          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...

Chorus:
          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