Till The Last Shots Fired

Capo 2 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 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