Till The Last Shots Fired

INTRO:
Em                           D  C
I was there in the winter of '64
         D                   Bm            C
When we camped in the ice at Nashville's doors
     G                    D       Em
Three hundred miles our trail had led
   D                   Bm        C
We barely had time to bury our dead
          C                              D
When the Yankees charged and the colors fell
D                   Bm      C
Overton hill was a living hell
        C                            D
When we called retreat it was almost dark
D                              Em
I died with a grapeshot in my heart
C    D          Em
Say a prayer for peace
C         G        D
For every fallen son
C     D      Em
Set my spirit free
C          G        D
Let me lay down my gun
Am                        C
Sweet mother Mary I'm so tired
       C                       D           Em
But I can't come home 'til the last shot's fired
Em          D C
In June of 1944
D                   Bm            C
I waited in the blood of Omaha's shores
G               D       Em
Twenty-one and scared to death
D                 Bm   C
My heart poundin' in my chest
C                          D
I almost made the first seawall
D                   Bm      C
When my friends turned and saw me fall
        C                            D
I still smell the smoke, I can taste the mud
D                              Em
As I lay there dying from a loss of blood
C    D          Em
Say a prayer for peace
C         G        D
For every fallen son
C     D      Em
Set my spirit free
C          G        D
Let me lay down my gun
Am                        C
Sweet mother Mary I'm so tired
       C                       D           Em
But I can't come home 'til the last shot's fired
bridge:
C
I'm in the fields of Vietnam,
D
The mountains of Afghanistan
C
And I'm still hopin', waitin', prayin'
D
I did not die in vain
C    D          Em
Say a prayer for peace
C         G        D
For every fallen son
C     D       Em
Set our spirits free
C          G        D
Let us lay down our guns
Am                       C
Sweet mother Mary we're so tired
       C                        D           Em
But we can't come home 'til the last shot's fired
C                     Em                C
'Til the last shot's fired

Say a prayer for peace (for peace)
For our daughters and our sons
Set our spirits free (set us free)
Let us lay down our guns

Sweet mother Mary, we're so tired
But we can't come home

No we can't come home
'Til the last shot's fired

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