[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
There's a hole in Daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin',I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears, don't stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios
Mmm hmm hmm hmm
[Verse 2]
Sam Stone's welcome home didn't last too long
He went to work when he'd 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 people's clothes
[Chorus]
There's a hole in Daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin', I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears, don't stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios
Mmm hmm hmm hmm
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
[Chorus]
There's a hole in Daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin',I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears, don't stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios
Mmm hmm hmm hmm
[Verse 2]
Sam Stone's welcome home didn't last too long
He went to work when he'd 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 people's clothes
[Chorus]
There's a hole in Daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin', I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears, don't stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios
Mmm hmm hmm hmm
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