Sam Stone Sam
home to his wife and family
After serving in
the conflicts overseas
And the war in which he served,
had shattered every nerve,
and left a little shrapnel in his knee.
All the morphine eased his pain,
and the grass ran round his veins,
which 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 the money goes
Jesus Christ, he died for nothing,
I suppose
Little pictures have big ears
Don't you stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long
on broken radios
I'm singing Sam Stone's
Welcome Home
didn't last too long it seems
He went to work
when he'd spent his last dime
And Sammy took to stealin'
when he got that empty feelin'
For a hundred -dollar habit
without overtime
The grass ran round his veins
like a hundred railroad trains
Which eased his mind
in the hours that he chose
While the kids ran around
wearing other people's clothes
There's a hole in daddy's arm
where the money goes
Jesus Christ, died for nothing,
I suppose
Little pictures have big ears
Don't you stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long
on broken radios
I'm singing, Sandstone was alone
when he burst his last balloon
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair
And the room smelled just like death
when they played his last request
With an overdose hovering in the air
Oh, but life had lost its fun,
there was nothing to be done
But to 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 the money goes
Jesus Christ, he died for nothing,
I suppose
Little pictures have big ears,
don't you stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long
on broken radios