Til The Last Shots Fired

Intro: 
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Verse 1

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

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

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

                 D                    E
When we called retreat it was almost dark,

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


Chorus

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

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

      Bm        Bm/C#      D
Sweet Mother Mary, I'm so tired,

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


Verse 2

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

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

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

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

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


Chorus


Interlude

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

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


Chorus (reprise)

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

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

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

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

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