| Sam stone came home |
| To his 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 knee |
| But the morphine 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 |
| Theres a hole in daddys arm where all the money goes |
| Jesus christ died for nothin I suppose |
| Little pitchers have big ears |
| Dont stop to count the years |
| Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios |
| Mmm… |
| Sam stones welcome home |
| Didn’t last too long |
| He went to work when hed spent his last dime |
| And sammy took to stealing |
| When he got that empty feeling |
| For a hundred dollar habit without overtime |
| And the gold rolled 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… |
| Repeat chorus: |
| 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 |
| And 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 heroes hill |
| Repeat chorus |