Intro -x2-: F#m Dsus4 Verse:F#m F#m D D D I was there in the winter of '64, camped in the ice at Nashville's door.A A F#m E E D Three-hundred miles our trail had led, we barely had time to bury our dead.D E E E 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 Dmaj7 I died with a grape-shot in my heart. Chorus:D E F#m D D Esus4 E Say a prayer for peace, for every fallen son.D E F#m D D Esus4 E Bm Set my spirit free, let me lay down my gun.Bm D D Sweet Mother Mary, I'm so tired,D F#m E but I can't come home til the last shot's fired. Verse:F#m F#m D D D D In June of 1944, I waded in the blood of Omaha's shore.A A F#m E E D Twenty-one and scared to death, my heart poundin' in my chest.D E E E 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 Dmaj7 as I lay there dying from a loss of blood. Chorus:D E F#m D D Esus4 E Say a prayer for peace, for every fallen son.D E F#m D D Esus4 E Bm Set my spirit free, let me lay down my gun.Bm D D Sweet Mother Mary, I'm so tired,D F#m E but I can't come home til the last shot's fired. Bridge: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:D E F#m D D Esus4 E Say a prayer for peace, for every fallen son.D E F#m D D Esus4 E Bm Set our spirits free, let us lay down our guns.Bm D Sweet Mother Mary, We're so tired,D D F#m but We can't come home til the last shot's fired.D F#m D Til the Last Shot's Fired. Chorus: Say a prayer for peace, for every fallen son. Set my spirit free, let me lay down my gun. Sweet Mother Mary, I'm so tired, but I can't come home til the last shot's fired.
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