Chord Sam Stone by John Prine

# - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - please note - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - # # this file is the author’s own work and represents their interpretation of the # # song . you may only use this file for private study , scholarship , or research . # # - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - # 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 . . . . set8