| Sam stone came home
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| To his wife and family
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| After serving in the conflict overseas
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| And the time that he served
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| Had shattered all his nerves
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| And left a little shrapnel in his knee
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| But the morphine eased the pain
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| And the grass grew round his brain
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| And gave him all the confidence he lacked
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| With a purple heart and a monkey on his back
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| Theres a hole in daddys arm where all the money goes
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| Jesus christ died for nothin I suppose
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| Little pitchers have big ears
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| Dont stop to count the years
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| Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios
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| Mmm…
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| Sam stones welcome home
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| Didn’t last too long
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| He went to work when hed spent his last dime
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| And sammy took to stealing
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| When he got that empty feeling
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| For a hundred dollar habit without overtime
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| And the gold rolled through his veins
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| Like a thousand railroad trains
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| And eased his mind in the hours that he chose
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| While the kids ran around wearin other peoples clothes…
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| Repeat chorus:
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| Sam stone was alone
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| When he popped his last balloon
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| Climbing walls while sitting in a chair
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| Well, he played his last request
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| While the room smelled just like death
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| With an overdose hovering in the air
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| But life had lost its fun
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| And there was nothing to be done
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| But trade his house that he bought on the g, i. |
| bill
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| For a flag draped casket on a local heroes hill
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| Repeat chorus |