Great Society Conflict Veteran's Blues (Live at WFMT Chicago)

Sam Stone came home to his wife and family

After servin' 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

There's a hole in daddy's arm

Where all the money goes

And 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

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 stealin'

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

There's a hole in daddy's arm

Where all the money goes

An' 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, mm

Sam Stone was alone

When he popped his last balloon

Climbin' 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 nothin' 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

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