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Sam Stone home,
To his and family
After in the conflict overseas.
And the that he served,
Had all his nerves,
And a little shrapnel in his knee.
But the morphine the pain,
And the grass grew his brain,
And him all the confidence he lacked,
With a Purple Heart and a on his back.

There's a in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ for nothin' I suppose.
Little pitchers big ears,
Don't stop to the years,
songs never last too long on broken radios.
Mmm....

Sam Stone's welcome
Didn't too long.
He to work when he'd spent his last dime
And Sammy took to
he got that empty feeling
For a dollar habit without overtime.
And the gold rolled his veins
Like a thousand trains,
And eased his in the hours that he chose,
the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes...

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Sam was alone
he popped his last balloon
Climbing while sitting in a chair
Well, he played his last
While the room smelled just death
With an hovering in the air
But life had its fun
And was nothing to be done
But trade his house that he on the G. I. Bill
For a flag casket on a local heroes' hill.