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Til the Last Shot's Fired
Authors: Rob Crosby, Doug Johnson
2008 covered by race Adkins
This is the 2012 version covered by Fex Rossi
CAPO 2
Em Am / Em Am
Em C/D
I was there in the winter of '64
Am C Em
When we camped in the ice at Nashville's doors
G C D
Three hundred miles our trail had led
Am C Em
We barely had time to bury our dead
G C D
When the Yankees charged and the colors fell
Am C Em
Overton hill was a living hell
G C D
When we called retreat it was almost dark
Am C Em
I died with a grapeshot in my heart
C D Em
Say a prayer for peace
C G D
For every fallen son
C D Em
Set my spirit free
C G D
Let me lay down my gun
Am C D
Sweet mother Mary I'm so tired
C D Em
But I can't come home 'til the last shot's fired
Em Am / Em Am
Em C/D
In June of 1944
Am C Em
I waited in the blood of Omaha's shores
G C D
Twenty-one and scared to death
Am C Em
My heart poundin' in my chest
G C D
I almost made the first seawall
Am C Em
When my friends turned and saw me fall
G C D
I still smell the smoke, I can taste the mud
Am C Em
As I lay there dying from a loss of blood
CHORUS
C
I'm in the fields of Vietnam,
D
The mountains of Afghanistan
C
And I'm still hopin', waitin', prayin'
D
I did not die in vain
CHORUS
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Authors: Rob Crosby, Doug Johnson
2008 covered by race Adkins
This is the 2012 version covered by Fex Rossi
CAPO 2
Em Am / Em Am
Em C/D
I was there in the winter of '64
Am C Em
When we camped in the ice at Nashville's doors
G C D
Three hundred miles our trail had led
Am C Em
We barely had time to bury our dead
G C D
When the Yankees charged and the colors fell
Am C Em
Overton hill was a living hell
G C D
When we called retreat it was almost dark
Am C Em
I died with a grapeshot in my heart
C D Em
Say a prayer for peace
C G D
For every fallen son
C D Em
Set my spirit free
C G D
Let me lay down my gun
Am C D
Sweet mother Mary I'm so tired
C D Em
But I can't come home 'til the last shot's fired
Em Am / Em Am
Em C/D
In June of 1944
Am C Em
I waited in the blood of Omaha's shores
G C D
Twenty-one and scared to death
Am C Em
My heart poundin' in my chest
G C D
I almost made the first seawall
Am C Em
When my friends turned and saw me fall
G C D
I still smell the smoke, I can taste the mud
Am C Em
As I lay there dying from a loss of blood
CHORUS
C
I'm in the fields of Vietnam,
D
The mountains of Afghanistan
C
And I'm still hopin', waitin', prayin'
D
I did not die in vain
CHORUS
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