Trace Adkins – Til The Last Shots Fired (Guitar)

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I was there in the winter of '64

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When we camped in the ice at Nashville's doors

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Three hundred miles our trail had led

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We barely had time to bury our dead

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When the Yankees charged and the colors fell

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Overton hill was a living hell

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When we called retreat it was almost dark

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I died with a grapeshot in my heart

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Say a prayer for peace

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For every fallen son

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Set my spirit free

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Let me lay down my gun

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Sweet mother Mary I'm so tired

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But I can't come home 'til the last shot's fired

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In June of 1944

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I waited in the blood of Omaha's shores

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Twenty-one and scared to death

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My heart poundin' in my chest

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I almost made the first seawall

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When my friends turned and saw me fall

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I still smell the smoke, I can taste the mud

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As I lay there dying from a loss of blood

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Say a prayer for peace

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For every fallen son

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Set my spirit free

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Let me lay down my gun

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Sweet mother Mary I'm so tired

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But I can't come home 'til the last shot's fired

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I'm in the fields of Vietnam,

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The mountains of Afghanistan

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And I'm still hopin', waitin', prayin'

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I did not die in vain

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Say a prayer for peace

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For every fallen son

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Set our spirits free

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Let us lay down our guns

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Sweet mother Mary we're so tired

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But we can't come home 'til the last shot's fired

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'Til the last shot's fired