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.