Trace Adkins - Till the last shots fired

^EmI was there in the winter of ^D'64^C When we c^Damped in the ice at ^BmNashville's do^Cors Three^G hundred miles our tr^Dail had ^Emled We ^Dbarely had time to b^Bmury our de^Cad When the Y^Cankees charged and the colors f^Dell ^DOverton hill was a l^Bmiving he^Cll When we ^Ccalled retreat it was almost ^Ddark ^DI died with a grapeshot in my h^Emeart

^CSay a^D prayer for^Em peace ^CFor every ^Gfallen so^Dn ^CSet my^D spirit^Em free ^CLet me lay ^Gdown my g^Dun ^AmSweet mother Mary I'm so t^Cired But I c^Can't come home 'til the ^Dlast shot's ^Emfired

^EmIn June of 1^D94^C4 ^DI waited in the bloo^Bmd of Omaha's s^Chores ^GTwenty-one and s^Dcared to^Em death ^DMy heart poundin' ^Bmin my^C chest ^CI almost made the first sea^Dwall ^DWhen my friends turn^Bmed and s^Caw me fall I still ^Csmell the smoke, I can taste ^Dthe mud ^DAs I lay there dying from a los^Ems of blood

^CSay a^D prayer for^Em peace ^CFor every ^Gfallen so^Dn ^CSet my^D spirit^Em free ^CLet me lay ^Gdown my g^Dun ^AmSweet mother Mary I'm so t^Cired But I c^Can't come home 'til the ^Dlast shot's ^Emfired

^CI'm in the fields of Vietnam, ^DThe mountains of Afghanistan ^CAnd I'm still hopin', waitin', prayin' ^DI did not die in vain

^CSay a^D prayer for^Em peace ^CFor every ^Gfallen so^Dn ^CSet ou^Dr spirit^Ems free ^CLet us lay ^Gdown our ^Dguns ^AmSweet mother Mary we're s^Co tired But we ^Ccan't come home 'til the ^Dlast shot's ^Emfired ^C'Til the last shot's f^Emired ^C