#-------------------------------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 http://sites.google.com/site/guitarmusicchordsandlyrics/