Sam stone
Came home,
To his wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas.
And the time that he served,
Had shattered all his nerves,
And left a little shrapnel in his knee.
But the morphine eased the pain,
And the grass grew round his brain,
And gave him all the confidence
He lacked,
With a purple heart
And a monkey on his back.
There's a hole in daddy's arm
Where all the money goes,
Jesus christ
Died for nothin'
I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs
Never last too long on
Broken radios.
Mmm....
Sam stone's welcome home
Didn't last too long.
He went to work
When he'd spent his last dime
And sammy took to stealing
When he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit
Without overtime.
And the gold rolled
Through his veins
Like a thousand
Railroad trains,
And eased his mind
In the hours that he chose,
While the kids ran around
Wearin' other peoples' clothes...
There's a hole in daddy's arm
Where all the money goes,
Jesus christ
Died for nothin'
I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs
Never last too long on
Broken radios.
Mmm....
Sam stone was alone
When he popped his last balloon
Climbing walls,
While sitting in a chair
Well, he played his last request
While the room smelled just like death
With an overdose
Hovering in the air
But life had lost its fun
And there was nothing
To be done
But trade his house
That he bought
On the g. I. bill
For a flag draped casket
On a local heroes' hill.
There's a hole in daddy's arm
Where all the money goes,
Jesus christ
Died for nothin'
I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long
On broken radios.
Mmm....
