2 acessos
G Sam Stone came home, C To the wife and family D G After serving in the conflict overseas. G And the time that he served, C Had shattered all his nerves, D G And left a little shrapnel in his knees. C But the morhpine eased the pain, C 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 Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose. G Little pitchers have big ears, C Don't stop to count the years, D G C G Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. [Verse 2] G Sam Stone's welcome home C Didn't last too long. D G He went to work when he'd spent his last dime G And soon he took to stealing C When he got that empty feeling D G For a hundred dollar habit without overtime. C And the gold roared through his veins C 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 Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose. G Little pitchers have big ears, C Don't stop to count the years, D G C G Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios. [Verse 3] G Sam Stone was alone C When he popped his last balloon, D G Climbing walls while sitting in a chair. G Well, he played his last request, C While the room smelled just like death, D G With an overdose hovering in the air. C But life had lost it's fun, C 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. [Chorus] G C There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes, D G Jesus Christ died for nothin I suppose. G Little pitchers have big ears, C Don't stop to count the years, D G C G Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.