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Til the Last Shot's Fired
Authors: Rob Crosby, Doug Johnson
2008 by race Adkins

CAPO 2nd Fret

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


I'm in the fields of Vietnam,
The mountains of Afghanistan
And I'm still hopin', waitin', prayin'
I did not die in vain


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