Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

Verse 1

I was there in the winter of '64, camped in the ice at Nashville's door.

Three-hundred miles our trail had led, we barely had time to bury our dead.

When the yankees charged and the colors fell, Overton Hill was a living hell.

When we called retreat it was almost dark,

I died with a grape-shot in my heart.

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.

Verse 2

In June of 1944, I waded in the blood of Omaha's shore.

Twenty-one and scared to death, my heart poundin' in my chest.

I almost made the first sea wall, when my friends turned and saw me fall.

I still smell the smoke, I can taste the mud,

as I lay there dying from a loss of blood.

Chorus

Interlude

I'm in the fields of Vietnam, the mountains of Afghanistan,

And I'm still hopin', waitin', prayin' I did not die in vain.

Chorus

reprise)

Say a prayer for peace, for every fallen son.

Set our spirits free, let us lay down our guns.

Sweet Mother Mary, We're so tired,

but We can't come home til the last shot's fired.

Til the Last Shot's Fired.

[closing chorus is a cappella]