There is a lot of picking in this song (not much strumming) not to mention a
plethora of other instruments giving an overwhelming and eerie effect to
the music. But I tried to find the chords as best I could in the'
conglomeration of instruments.
Intro:
|---------|-2-------------------|-0-------|
|---------|-2---pick individual-|-2-------|
|---------|-2---strings after---|-3-------| x2
|------2--|-4---the downbeat----|-0-------|
|--2-4----|-4-------------------|-0-------|
|---------|-2-------------------|-x-------|
Verse 1
/
I was there in the winter of '64, camped in the ice at Nashville's door.
Three-hundred miles our trail had led, we barely had time to bury our dead.
/C#
When the yankees charged and the colors fell, Overton Hill was a living hell.
When we called retreat it was almost dark,
I died with a grape-shot in my heart.
Chorus
/C#
Say a prayer for peace, for every fallen son.
/C#
Set my spirit free, let me lay down my gun.
/
Sweet Mother Mary, I'm so tired,
but I can't come home til the last shot's fired.
Verse 2
/ /E
In June of 1944, I waded in the blood of Omaha's shore.
Twenty-one and scared to death, my heart poundin' in my chest.
/C#
I almost made the first sea wall, when my friends turned and saw me fall.
I still smell the smoke, I can taste the mud,
as I lay there dying from a loss of blood.
Chorus
Interlude
I'm in the fields of Vietnam, the mountains of Afghanistan,
And I'm still hopin', waitin', prayin' I did not die in vain.
Chorus (reprise)
/C#
Say a prayer for peace, for every fallen son.
/C#
Set our spirits free, let us lay down our guns.
/
Sweet Mother Mary, We're so tired,
but We can't come home til the last shot's fired.
Til the Last Shot's Fired.
[closing chorus is a cappella]