Johnny Cash – Sam Stone (Guitar)

   G                        C
Sam Stone came home, to his wife and family

      D                       G
After serving in the conflict overseas.

        G                     C
And the time that he served, Shattered all his nerves,

    D                             G
And left a little shrapnel in his knees.

        C
But the morphine eased the pain, And the grass grew round his brain,

     A                             D      D7
And gave him all the confidence he lacked,

       A                                D    D7
With a purple heart and a monkey on his back.

          G                                 C
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,

D                            G
Daddy must have hurt a lot then I suppose.

G                              C
Little pitchers have big ears, Don't stop to count the years,

D                                                  G C G
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.

   G                        C
Sam Stone's welcome home Didn't last too long.

                 D                       G
He went to work when he'd spent his last dime

         G                     C
And soon he took to stealing When he got that empty feeling

         D                             G
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime.

         C
And the gold roared through his veins Like a thousand railroad trains,

      A                               D      D7
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose,

           A                             D      D7
While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes...

          G                                 C
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,

D                            G
Daddy must have suffer a lot then I suppose.

G                              C
Little pitchers have big ears, Don't stop to count the years,

D                                                  G C G
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.

   G                        C
Sam Stone was alone When he popped his last balloon,

          D                       G
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair.

       G                     C
And he breath his last request,

     D                             G
While the room smelled just like death,

         C
With an overdose hovering in the air. But life had lost it's fun,

            A                             D      D7
But trade his house that he bought on the GI bill,

           A                             D      D7
For a flag-draped casket on a local hero's hill