till the last shots fired

Tom : Em

[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

[Refrão]
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

[Próxima Parte]
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

[Refrão] (repetir)
[Próxima Parte]
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