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Sam Stone Chords

John Prine (live version)

Capo III

    D
Sam Stone came home,
       G
to his wife and family,
     A                       
after serving in the conflict 
   D
overseas.

And the time that he served,
    G
had shattered all his nerves,
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and left a little shrapnel in his 
D
knee. 
        G
But the morphine eased the pain,

and the grass grew round his brain,
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and gave him all the confidence he 
A
lacked;
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with a Purple Heart and a monkey on 
   A
his back.

         D                         
There's a hole in daddy's arm where 
       Em
all the money goes,
   G                               
and Jesus Christ died for nothin' I 
  A
suppose.
       D
Little pitchers have big ears,
      Bm
don't stop to count the years,
     E7                   E       
sweet songs never last too long on 
          A   A Asus4 A A
broken radios. Mmm....

    D
Sam Stone's welcome home,
       G
didn't last too long,
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he went to work when he'd spent his 
    D
last dime

And Sammy took to stealing,
        G
when he got that empty feeling,
     A                            
for a hundred dollar habit without 
   D
overtime. 
        G
And the gold rolled through his veins,

like a thousand railroad trains,
   E7                               
and eased his mind in the hours that 
  A
he chose;
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while the kids ran around wearin' 
              A
other peoples' clothes...

         D                         
There's a hole in daddy's arm where 
       Em
all the money goes,
   G                               
and Jesus Christ died for nothin' I 
  A
suppose.
       D
Little pitchers have big ears,
      Bm
don't stop to count the years,
     E7                   E       
sweet songs never last too long on 
          A   A Asus4 A A
broken radios. Mmm....

    D
Sam Stone was alone,
        G
when he popped his last balloon,
A                                 
climbing walls while sitting in a 
D
chair

Well, he played his last request,
         G
while the room smelled just like 
death,
        A                        D
with an overdose hovering in the air
    G
But life had lost its fun,

and there was nothing to be done,
   E7                                
but trade his house that he bought on 
         A
the G, I. Bill;
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for a flag draped casket on a local 
       A
heroes' hill

         D                         
There's a hole in daddy's arm where 
       Em
all the money goes,
   G                               
and Jesus Christ died for nothin' I 
  A
suppose.
       D
Little pitchers have big ears,
      Bm
don't stop to count the years,
     E7                   E       
sweet songs never last too long on 
          A   A Asus4 A A
broken radios. Mmm....

A Asus4 A D
Mmm....

easy guitar chords, song lyrics, John Prine