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Til The Last Shots Fired

Trace Adkins

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Til the Last Shot's Fired by TRACE ADKINS
CAPO 2 

INTRO:

Em            D     C                Em           D       C         C
e---------------0-------------------0----------------0---------------------0
b-------------0---------------1--------------------0-----------------1-----1
g-----------0-------------------0----------------0---------------------0---0
d----2----2---------4p2p0---2-----2--------2---2---------4p2p0-----2-----2-2
a-0h2----------------------3------------0h2----------------------3---------3
e------0-------------------------------------0-----------------------------0

after this just find a fingerstyle that goes with the 
beat and keep playing it until the chorus.
then you can play the full chord if you want.

Em                           D  C
I was there in the winter of '64
         Am                   D            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
          Em                      C        D
When the Yankees charged and the colors fell
Am                    C      Em
Overton hill was a living hell
        Em                      C      D
When we called retreat it was almost dark
Am                      C       Em
I died with a grapeshot in my heart

Em(C)    D          C(Em) the parenthesis is where im not sure which chord
Say a prayer for peace      to play. you can decide for yourself.i put it
C         G        D        the way i play it.
For every fallen son
Em(C)     D      C(Em)
Set my spirit free
C          G        D
Let me lay down my gun
Am                  C      Em
Sweet mother Mary I'm so tired
       C               D                    Em
But I can't come home 'til the last shot's fired

(same chords from here on out)

In June of 1944
I waited in the blood of Omaha's shores
Twenty-one and scared to death
My heart poundin' in my chest
I almost made the first seawall
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

Say a prayer for peace
For every fallen son
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

bridge:
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

Say a prayer for peace
For every fallen son
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

[Choir:]
Say a prayer for peace (for peace)
For our daughters and our sons
Set our spirits free (set us free)
Let us lay down our guns

[Trace:]
Sweet mother Mary, we're so tired
But we can't come home (No
we can't come home)

[Choir:]
'Til the last shot's fired

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Til The Last Shots Fired

Trace Adkins