^EmI was there in the winter of ^D'64 ^C When we c^Amamped in the ice at N^Cashville's d^Emoors Three ^Ghundred miles our t^Crail had l^Dead We ^Ambarely had time to b^Cury our d^Emead When the Y^Emankees charged and the c^Colors f^Dell ^AmOverton hill was a l^Civing ^Emhell When we called retreat it was a^Clmost d^Dark ^AmI died with a grapeshot ^Cin my h^Emeart

^CSay a pr^Dayer for p^Emeace ^CFor every ^Gfallen ^Dson ^CSet my ^Dspirit ^Emfree Let ^Cme lay ^Gdown my ^Dgun Sweet ^Ammother Mary ^CI'm so t^Emired But I ^Ccan't come home u^Dntil the last shot's ^Emfired

In ^EmJune of nineteen ^Dforty ^Cfour I w^Amaited in the blood of O^Cmaha's s^Emhores ^GTwenty-one and s^Ccared to d^Death ^AmMy heart pounding ^Cin my c^Emhest I almost made the f^Cirst sea ^Dwall When ^Ammy friends turned and ^Csaw me ^Emfall I still s^Gmell the smoke, I can t^Caste the ^Ammud As I lay there dying from a l^Coss of b^Emlood

S^Cay a pra^Dyer for pe^Emace ^CFor every ^Gfallen ^Dson ^CSet my ^Dspirit ^Emfree Let ^Cme lay ^Gdown my ^Dgun Sweet ^Ammother Mary ^CI'm so t^Emired But I ^Ccan't come home u^Dntil the last shot's ^Emfired

^CI'm in the fields of Vietnam ^EmThe mountains of Afghanistan ^CAnd I'm still hoping, waiting, praying ^EmI did not die in ^Dvain

^CSay a pr^Dayer for p^Emeace ^CFor every ^Gfallen ^Dson ^CSet my ^Dspirit ^Emfree Let ^Cme lay ^Gdown my ^Dgun Sweet ^Ammother Mary ^CI'm so t^Emired But I ^Ccan't come home u^Dntil the last shot's ^Emfired

^CSay a p^Drayer for ^Empeace (for peace) For our d^Caughters ^Gand our ^Dsons ^CSet our ^Dspirits ^Emfree (set us free) Let ^Cus lay ^Gdown our ^Dguns

Sweet ^Ammother Mary, ^Cwe're so t^Emired But we ^Ccan't come home (No we can't come home) ^DUntil the last shot's ^Emfired