Sam Stone - John Prine - 40 bpm

Sam [C]Stone came []home, to his [F]wife and fami[]ly,
After [D7]serving in the [G]conflict over[C]seas.[]
And the [C]time that he []served, had [F]shattered all his []nerves,
and [D7]left a little [G]shrapnel in his [C]knee. []
But the [F]morphine eased the []pain, and the []grass grew round his []brain,
and [D7]gave him all the []confidence he [G]lacked[]
with a [D7]Purple Heart and a []monkey on his [G]back.[G7]

 
	There's a [C]hole in daddy's []arm where all the [Dm]money goes, un []huh
	[F]Jesus Christ []died for nothin' [G]I suppose.[]
	Little [C]pictures have big []ears, don't [Am]stop to count the []years,
	[D7]Sweet songs never []last too long on [G]broken radi[]os. un hunh hunh[C]huh[]

 
Sam [C]Stone's welcome []home, didn't [F]last too long,[]
 [D7]he went to work when [G]he'd spent his last [C]dime[]
And [C]Sammy took to []stealing, when he [F]got that empty []feeling,
for a [D7]hundred dollar habit [G]without over[C]time. []
And the [F]gold rolled through his []veins, like a []thousand railroad []trains,
and [D7]eased his mind in the []hours that he [G]chose []
while the [D7]kids ran around wearin' []other peoples' [G]clothes [::29::G7]

Sam [C]Stone was a[]lone, when he [F]popped his last bal[]loon,
 [D7]Climbing walls while [G]sitting in a [C]chair[]
Well, they [C]played his last re[]quest, while the [F]room smelled just like []death,
from an [D7]overdose [G]hovering in the [C]air[]
Ah but [F]life had lost its []fun, there was []nothing to be []done,
but [D7]trade his house that he []bought on the G.I. [G]bill []
for a [D7]flag draped casket on a []local heroes' [G]hill [::29::G7]