Trace Adkins

Trace Adkins

Till The Last Shots Fired
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Capo 2  

Intro: 

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I was there in the winter of '64 
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When we camped in the ice at Nashville's doors 
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Three hundred miles our trail had led 
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We barely had time to bury our dead 
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When the Yankees charged and the colors fell 
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Overton hill was a living hell 
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When we called retreat it was almost dark 
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I died with a grapeshot in my heart 

C    D          Em  
Say a prayer for peace       
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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 

Em          D C 
In June of 1944 
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I waited in the blood of Omaha's shores 
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Twenty-one and scared to death 
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My heart poundin' in my chest 
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I almost made the first seawall 
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When my friends turned and saw me fall 
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I still smell the smoke, I can taste the mud 
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As I lay there dying from a loss of blood 

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 

Bridge: 
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I'm in the fields of Vietnam, 
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The mountains of Afghanistan 
C 
And I'm still hopin', waitin', prayin' 
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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 
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'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

Enviado por: Marcos Nagel

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