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Sam FStone came home,
to his Bbwife and family,
after Cserving in the conflict oVerFseas.
And the time that he served,
had Bbshattered all his nerves,
and Cleft a little shrapnel in his Fknee.
But the Bbmorphine eased the pain,
and the grass grew round his brain,
and G7gave him all the confidence he Clacked;
with a GPurple Heart and a G7monkey on his Cback.
There's a Fhole in daddy's arm where all the Gmmoney goes,
and BbJesus Christ died for nothin' I suppCose.
Little Fpitchers have big ears,
don't Dmstop to count the years,
sweet G7songs never last too Glong on broken radiCos. CMmCsus4m.... C C
Sam FStone's welcome home,
didn't Bblast too long,
he Cwent to work when he'd spent his last Fdime
And Sammy took to stealing,
when he Bbgot that empty feeling,
for a Chundred dollar habit without overFtime.
And the Bbgold rolled through his veins,
like a thousand railroad trains,
and G7eased his mind in the hours that he Cchose;
while the Gkids ran around G7wearin' other peoples' Cclothes...
There's a Fhole in daddy's arm where all the Gmmoney goes,
and BbJesus Christ died for nothin' I suppCose.
Little Fpitchers have big ears,
don't Dmstop to count the years,
sweet G7songs never last too Glong on broken radiCos. CMmCsus4m.... C C
Sam FStone was alone,
when he Bbpopped his last balloon,
Cclimbing walls while sitting in a Fchair
Well, he played his last request,
while the Bbroom smelled just like death,
with an Coverdose hovering in the Fair
But Bblife had lost its fun,
and there was nothing to be done,
but G7trade his house that he bought on the G, I. CBill;
for a Gflag draped casket on a G7local heroes' Chill
There's a Fhole in daddy's arm where all the Gmmoney goes,
and BbJesus Christ died for nothin' I suppCose.
Little Fpitchers have big ears,
don't Dmstop to count the years,
sweet G7songs never last too Glong on broken radiCos. CMmCsus4m.... C C
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