Til The Last Shot’s Fired

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Trace Adkins - Country

Til The Last Shot’s Fired

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[Verse 1] I was there in the winter of '64 When we camped in the ice at Nashville's doors Three hundred miles our trail had lead 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 grapeshot 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 until the last shot's fired [Verse 2] In June of 1944 I waded in the blood of Omaha's shores Twenty-one and scared to death My heart pounding in my chest I almost made the first seawall 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] 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 until the last shot's fired [Verse 3] I'm in the fields of Vietnam The mountains of Afghanistan And I'm still hoping, waiting, praying I did not die in vain [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 until the last shot's fired [Bridge] 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 [Outro] Sweet mother Mary, we're so tired But we can't come home (No we can't come home) Until the last shot's fired

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  • Doug Johnson
  • Rob Crosby