Intro -x2-: F#m0 Dsus41 0 1Verse: F#m2 F#m3 D4 D5 D6 2I was there in the winter of '64, camped in the ice at Nashville's door. A7 A8 F#m9 E10 E11 D12 3Three-hundred miles our trail had led, we barely had time to bury our dead. D13 E14 E15 E16 D17 4When the yankees charged and the colors fell, Overton Hill was a living hell. D18 E19 5When we called retreat it was almost dark, E20 E21 Dmaj722 6I died with a grape-shot in my heart. 7 8Chorus: D23 E24 F#m25 D26 D27 Esus428 E29 9Say a prayer for peace, for every fallen son. D30 E31 F#m32 D33 D34 Esus435 E36 10Set my spirit free, let me lay down my gun. Bm Bm37 D 11Sweet Mother Mary, I'm so tired, D D38 F#m39 E40 12but I can't come home til the last shot's fired. 13 14Verse: F#m41 F#m42 D43 D44 D45 D46 15In June of 1944, I waded in the blood of Omaha's shore. A47 A48 F#m49 E50 E51 D52 16Twenty-one and scared to death, my heart poundin' in my chest. D53 E54 E55 E56 D57 17I almost made the first sea wall, when my friends turned and saw me fall. D58 E59 18I still smell the smoke, I can taste the mud, E60 E61 Dmaj762 19as I lay there dying from a loss of blood. 20 21Chorus: D63 E64 F#m65 D66 D67 Esus468 E69 22Say a prayer for peace, for every fallen son. D70 E71 F#m72 D73 D74 Esus475 E76 23Set my spirit free, let me lay down my gun. Bm Bm77 D 24Sweet Mother Mary, I'm so tired, D D78 F#m79 E80 25but I can't come home til the last shot's fired. 26 27Bridge: D81 E82 28I'm in the fields of Vietnam, the mountains of Afghanistan, D83 E84 29And I'm still hopin', waitin', prayin' I did not die in vain. 30 31Chorus: D85 E86 F#m87 D88 D89 Esus490 E91 32Say a prayer for peace, for every fallen son. D92 E93 F#m94 D95 D96 Esus497 E98 33Set our spirits free, let us lay down our guns. Bm Bm99 D 34Sweet Mother Mary, We're so tired, D100 D101 F#m102 35but We can't come home til the last shot's fired. D103 F#m104 D105 36Til the Last Shot's Fired. 37 38Chorus: 39Say a prayer for peace, for every fallen son. 40Set my spirit free, let me lay down my gun. 41Sweet Mother Mary, I'm so tired, 42but I can't come home til the last shot's fired. 43