There is a lot of picking in this song (not much strumming) not to mention a plethora of other instruments giving an overwhelming and eerie effect to the music. But I tried to find the chords as best I could in the' conglomeration of instruments. Intro: F#m Dsus4 |---------|-2-------------------|-0-------| |---------|-2---pick individual-|-2-------| |---------|-2---strings after---|-3-------| x2 |------2--|-4---the downbeat----|-0-------| |--2-4----|-4-------------------|-0-------| |---------|-2-------------------|-x-------| Verse 1 F#m F#m/E D D/E D/F# I was there in the winter of '64, camped in the ice at Nashville's door.

Three-h^Aundred miles our ^A/G#trail had ^F#mled, we ^Ebarely had time to ^E/C#bury our ^Ddead. D E E E/C# D When the yankees charged and the colors fell, Overton Hill was a living hell.

When we called re^Dtreat it was almost d^Eark, I d^Eied with a grape-sh^E/C#ot in my^Dmaj7 heart.

Chorus D E F#m D D/C# Esus4 E Say a prayer for peace, for every fallen son. D E F#m D D/C# Esus4 E Set my spirit free, let me lay down my gun. Bm Bm/C# D Sweet Mother Mary, I'm so tired,

^Dbut I can't come home t^D/Eil the last sho^F#mt's fired.^E

Verse 2 F#m F#m/E D D D/E D/F# In June of 1944, I waded in the blood of Omaha's shore.

Twenty-^Aone and ^A/G#scared to ^F#mdeath, my ^Eheart poundin'^E/C# in my ch^Dest. D E E E/C# D I almost made the first sea wall, when my friends turned and saw me fall.

I still ^Dsmell the smoke, I can tas^Ete the mud, as I l^Eay there dying f^E/C#rom a los^Dmaj7s of blood.

Chorus Interlude

I'm ^Din the fields of Vietnam, the ^Emountains of Afghanistan, And ^DI'm still hopin', waitin', prayin' I ^Edid not die in vain.

Chorus (reprise) D E F#m D D/C# Esus4 E Say a prayer for peace, for every fallen son. D E F#m D D/C# Esus4 E Set our spirits free, let us lay down our guns. Bm Bm/C# D Sweet Mother Mary, We're so tired,

but ^DWe can't come home til the^D/E last shot^F#m's fired. ^DTil the Last Shot's ^F#mFired. ^D

[closing chorus is a cappella]