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. 
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