Intro -x2-: Gbm Dsus4 Verse: Gbm Gbm D D D I was there in the winter of '64, camped in the ice at Nashville's door. A A Gbm 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 Gbm D D Esus4 E Say a prayer for peace, for every fallen son. D E Gbm 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 Gbm E but I can't come home til the last shot's fired. Verse: Gbm Gbm D D D D In June of 1944, I waded in the blood of Omaha's shore. A A Gbm 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 Gbm D D Esus4 E Say a prayer for peace, for every fallen son. D E Gbm 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 Gbm 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 Gbm D D Esus4 E Say a prayer for peace, for every fallen son. D E Gbm 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 Gbm but We can't come home til the last shot's fired. D Gbm 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.
