(Capo on 2)
Intro.: (Em) (C) x 2
I was (Em)there in the winter of (D)sixty (C)four
When we (D)camped in the ice at (Bm)Nashville's (C)doors
Three (G)hundred miles our (D)trail had (Em)lead
We (D)barely had time to (Bm)bury our (C) dead
When the (C)Yankees charged and the colors (D)fell
(D)Overton hill was a (Bm)living (C)hell
When we (C)called retreat it was almost (D) dark
I (D)died with a grapeshot in my (Em) heart
(C)Say a (D)prayer for (Em)peace, for (C)every (G)fallen son(D)
(C)Set my (D)spirit (Em)free, let (C)me lay (G)down my gun(D)
Sweet (Am)mother, Mary, I'm so tired(C)
But I can't come home 'til the (D)last shot's (Em) fired (G)
In (Em)June of nine-teen-(D)forty-(C)four
I (D)waited in the blood of (Bm)Omaha's (C)shores
(G)Twenty-one and (D)scared to (Em)death
(D)My heart poundin' (Bm)in my (C)chest
I (C)almost made the first sea-(D)wall
When (D)my friends turned and (Bm)saw me (C)fall
I still (C)smell the smoke, I can taste the (D)mud
As I (D)lay there dying from a loss of (Em)blood
(C)Say a (D)prayer for (Em)peace, for e(C)very (G)fallen (D)son
(C)Set my (D)spirit (Em)free, let (C)me lay (G)down my (D)gun
Sweet (Am)mother, Mary, I'm so tired(C)
But I can't come home 'til the (D)last shot's (Em) fired
I'm (C)in the fields of Vietnam, the (D)mountains of Afghanistan
And (C)I'm still hopin', waitin' prayin', I (D)did not die in vain
(C)Say a (D)prayer for (Em)peace, for e(C)very (G)fallen (D)son
(C)Set my (D)spirit (Em)free, let (C)me lay (G)down my (D)gun
Sweet (Am)mother, Mary, I'm so tired(C)
But I can't come home 'til the (D)last shot's (Em) fired
(C) 'Til the (D)last shot's (Em)fired (C)
(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
(Solo)
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
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