Till The Last Shots Fired

INTRO:

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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
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We barely had time to bury our dead
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When the Yankees charged and the colors fell
D                   Bm      C
Overton hill was a living hell
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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
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I waited in the blood of Omaha's shores
G               D       Em
Twenty-one and scared to death
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My heart poundin' in my chest
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I almost made the first seawall
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When my friends turned and saw me fall
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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
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'Til the last shot's fired

[Choir:]
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

[Trace:]
Sweet mother Mary, we're so tired
But we can't come home

[Choir:]
No we can't come home
'Til the last shot's fired