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Sam Stone came home, To the 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 knees. But the morhpine 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.
Sam Stone`s welcome home Didn`t last too long. He went to work when he`d spent his last dime And soon he took to stealing When he got that empty feeling For a hundred dollar habit without overtime. And the gold roared 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.
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 it`s fun, There was nothing to be done, But trade his house that he bought on the GI bill, For a flag-draped casket on a local hero`s 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.