Lyrics Sam Stone (Live) - Johnny Cash

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 knees
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
There's a hole in daddy's arm
Where all the money goes
Daddy's muscles hurt a lot back then I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears
Don't stop to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long
On broken radios
Sam Stone's welcome home
Didn't last too long
He went to work, he'd spent his last dim
And soon he took to stealing
When he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime.
And the gold roared 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...
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
Daddy's muscles suffer a lot back then I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
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 it's fun,
There was nothing to be done,
But trade his house that he bought on the GI bill,
For a flag-draped casket on a local hero's hill.
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
Daddy's muscles suffer a lot back then I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.