Sam Stone chords by John Prine (Ver. 2)

Sam Stone chords
John Prine (live version)

Capo III

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

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

and the grass grew round his brain,
  E7               A
and gave him all the confidence he lacked;
    E         E7      A
with a Purple Heart and a monkey on his back.

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

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

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

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


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

  D
Sam Stone was alone,
    G
when he popped his last balloon,
A                 D
climbing walls while sitting in a 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                     A
but trade his house that he bought on the G, I. Bill;
   E            E7      A
for a flag draped casket on a local heroes' hill

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

A Asus4 A D
Mmm....


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