Sam Stone

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 its fun

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 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