Trace Adkins - Til The Last Shots Fired

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1Verse:
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2I was there in the winter of '64, camped in the ice at Nashville's door.
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3Three-hundred miles our trail had led, we barely had time to bury our dead.
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4When the yankees charged and the colors fell, Overton Hill was a living hell.
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5When we called retreat it was almost dark,
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6I died with a grape-shot in my heart.
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8Chorus:
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9Say a prayer for peace, for every fallen son.
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10Set my spirit free, let me lay down my gun.
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11Sweet Mother Mary, I'm so tired,
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12but I can't come home til the last shot's fired.
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14Verse:
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15In June of 1944, I waded in the blood of Omaha's shore.
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16Twenty-one and scared to death, my heart poundin' in my chest.
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17I almost made the first sea wall, when my friends turned and saw me fall.
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18I still smell the smoke, I can taste the mud,
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19as I lay there dying from a loss of blood.
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21Chorus:
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22Say a prayer for peace, for every fallen son.
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23Set my spirit free, let me lay down my gun.
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24Sweet Mother Mary, I'm so tired,
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25but I can't come home til the last shot's fired.
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27Bridge:
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28I'm in the fields of Vietnam, the mountains of Afghanistan,
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29And I'm still hopin', waitin', prayin' I did not die in vain.
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31Chorus:
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32Say a prayer for peace, for every fallen son.
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33Set our spirits free, let us lay down our guns.
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34Sweet Mother Mary, We're so tired,
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35but We can't come home til the last shot's fired.
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36Til the Last Shot's Fired.
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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.
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