Trace Adkins - Til The Last Shots Fired chords

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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
Set my spirit free, let me lay down my gun.
      Bm	Bm         D		
Sweet Mother Mary, I'm so tired,
D	                    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
Set my spirit free, let me lay down my gun.
      Bm	Bm         D		
Sweet Mother Mary, I'm so tired,
D	                    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
Set our spirits free, let us lay down our guns.
      Bm	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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