Till The Last Shots Fired
Trace Adkins
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INTRO:Em D C I was there in the winter of '64D When we camped in the ice atBm C Nashville's doorsG D Three hundred miles our trail hadEm ledD Bm C We barely had time to bury our deadC When the Yankees charged and theD colors fellD Bm C Overton hill was a living hellC When we called retreat it wasD almost darkD Em I died with a grapeshot in my heartC D Em Say a prayer for peaceC G D For every fallen sonC D Em Set my spirit freeC G D Let me lay down my gunAm C Sweet mother Mary I'm so tiredC D But I can't come home 'til theEm last shot's firedEm D C In June of 1944Continues after the adD Bm I waited in the blood of Omaha'sC shoresG D Em Twenty-one and scared to deathD Bm C My heart poundin' in my chestC D I almost made the first seawallD Bm C When my friends turned and saw me fallC I still smell the smoke, I canD taste the mudD Em As I lay there dying from a loss of bloodC D Em Say a prayer for peaceC G D For every fallen sonC D Em Set my spirit freeC G D Let me lay down my gunAm C Sweet mother Mary I'm so tiredC D But I can't come home 'til theEm last shot's fired bridge:C I'm in the fields of Vietnam,D The mountains of AfghanistanC And I'm still hopin', waitin', prayin'D I did not die in vainC D Em Say a prayer for peaceC G D For every fallen sonC D Em Set our spirits freeC G D Let us lay down our gunsAm C Sweet mother Mary we're so tiredC D But we can't come home 'til theEm last shot's firedC Em 'Til the last shot's firedC [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