Til The Last Shots Fired

Intro: 
            F#m                   
E|---------|-2----------
B|---------|-2---p| ick 
G|---------|-2---str| in
D|------2--|-4---th| e d
A|--2-4----|-4----------
E|---------|-2----------
  Dsus4
E|---------|-0-------|      
B|individual-|-2-------|    
G|gs after---|-3-------| x2 
D|ownbeat----|-0-------|    
A|---------|-0-------|      
E|---------|-x-------|      

Verse 1

      F#m          F#m/E       D 
I was there in the winter of '64,
               D/E                
 camped in the ice at Nashville's 
D/F#
door.

       A                A/G#      
Three-hundred miles our trail had 
F#m     E                  E/C# 
led, we barely had time to bury 
    D
our dead.

         D                      
When the yankees charged and the 
        E            E          
colors fell, Overton Hill was a 
E/C#     D
living hell.

                 D                 
When we called retreat it was 
   E
almost dark,

   E                   E/C#    
I died with a grape-shot in my 
Dmaj7
heart.


Chorus

D      E         F#m        D   
Say a prayer for peace, for 
   D/C#   Esus4   E
every fallen son.

D       E      F#m      D      
Set my spirit free, let me lay 
D/C#    Esus4    E
down my gun.

Continúa después del anuncio
Eliminar anuncios
      Bm        Bm/C#      D
Sweet Mother Mary, I'm so tired,

D                           D/E  
but I can't come home til the 
         F#m       E
last shot's fired.


Verse 2

   F#m F#m/E D     D        
In June of 1944, I waded in the 
     D/E            D/F#
blood of Omaha's shore.

       A       A/G#      F#m      
Twenty-one and scared to death, my
 E             E/C#     D
 heart poundin' in my chest.

         D                   E    
I almost made the first sea wall, 
       E                   E/C#   
when my friends turned and saw me 
  D
fall.

        D                         
I still smell the smoke, I can taste
E
 the mud,

      E                     E/C#  
as I lay there dying from a loss 
   Dmaj7
of blood.


Chorus


Interlude

    D                             
I'm in the fields of Vietnam, the 
E
mountains of Afghanistan,

    D                         
And I'm still hopin', waitin', 
           E
prayin' I did not die in vain.


Chorus (reprise)

D      E         F#m        D   
Say a prayer for peace, for 
   D/C#   Esus4   E
every fallen son.

D       E      F#m      D      
Set our spirits free, let us 
D/C#    Esus4    E
lay down our guns.

      Bm        Bm/C#        D
Sweet Mother Mary, We're so tired,

    D                         D/E 
but We can't come home til the 
           F#m
last shot's fired.

D                   F#m      D
Til the Last Shot's Fired.