Chords for 'Til the Last Shot's Fired - Trace Adkins
Tempo:
74.35 bpm
Chords used:
D
E
F#m
A
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#m] [A]
[F#m] [D]
[F#m] I was there in the winter [E] of [A] 64 when [E] we camped in the ice at Nashville's door.
[A] 300 miles our [F#m] trail had led, we barely had [A] time to bury our dead.
When the Yankees charged and the [E] colors fell, [A] Overton Hill was a living [D] hell.
When we called retreat it was [E] almost dark, I died with a great shot in [F#m] my heart.
[D] Say [E] a prayer [F#m] for peace [D] for [A] every fallen [E] son, [D] Set [E] my spirit [F#m] free,
Let [D] me [A] lay down my [E] gun.
[B] Sweet Mother [Bm] Mary, I'm [D] so tired, But I can't come home till the last [F#m] shot's fired.
[D]
[F#m] In June of [B] [D] 1944, [E] I waited in the blood of [D] Omaha's shores.
[A] 21 [E] and scared [F#m] to death, [E] My heart pounding in [D] my chest.
I almost made the first C-wall, [E] When my friends turned and saw [A] me fall.
I [D] still smell the smoke, I can taste [E] the mud, As I lay there dying from a loss [F#m] of blood.
[D] Say [E] a prayer [F#m] for peace [D] for [A] every fallen [E] son, [D] Set [E] my spirit [F#m]
free,
[D] Let me [A] lay down my [E]
gun.
[Bm] Sweet Mother Mary, [B] I'm [D] so tired, But I can't come home till the [F#m] last shot's fired.
[D] I'm in the fields of Vietnam, [E] the mountains of Afghanistan,
[D] And I'm still hoping, waiting, praying, [E] I did not die in vain.
[D] Say [E] a prayer for [F#m] peace [A] for every fallen [E]
son, [D] Set [E] my spirit [F#m]
free,
Let [D] me [A] lay down [E] my gun.
[Bm] Sweet Mother Mary, [D] we're so [A] tired, But we can't [E] come home till the last [F#m] shot's fired.
[D] Till the last [F#m] shot's fired.
[D] [A]
[D] [D#] Say a prayer for peace [D] for our daughters and our [F#] sons,
Set our spirits free, set us free, Let us lay down our guns.
[E] [Bm] Sweet Mother Mary, [D] we're so tired, [A] But we can't come home,
No, we [D] can't come home [D#] till the last shot's fired.
[F#]
[F#m] [D]
[F#m] I was there in the winter [E] of [A] 64 when [E] we camped in the ice at Nashville's door.
[A] 300 miles our [F#m] trail had led, we barely had [A] time to bury our dead.
When the Yankees charged and the [E] colors fell, [A] Overton Hill was a living [D] hell.
When we called retreat it was [E] almost dark, I died with a great shot in [F#m] my heart.
[D] Say [E] a prayer [F#m] for peace [D] for [A] every fallen [E] son, [D] Set [E] my spirit [F#m] free,
Let [D] me [A] lay down my [E] gun.
[B] Sweet Mother [Bm] Mary, I'm [D] so tired, But I can't come home till the last [F#m] shot's fired.
[D]
[F#m] In June of [B] [D] 1944, [E] I waited in the blood of [D] Omaha's shores.
[A] 21 [E] and scared [F#m] to death, [E] My heart pounding in [D] my chest.
I almost made the first C-wall, [E] When my friends turned and saw [A] me fall.
I [D] still smell the smoke, I can taste [E] the mud, As I lay there dying from a loss [F#m] of blood.
[D] Say [E] a prayer [F#m] for peace [D] for [A] every fallen [E] son, [D] Set [E] my spirit [F#m]
free,
[D] Let me [A] lay down my [E]
gun.
[Bm] Sweet Mother Mary, [B] I'm [D] so tired, But I can't come home till the [F#m] last shot's fired.
[D] I'm in the fields of Vietnam, [E] the mountains of Afghanistan,
[D] And I'm still hoping, waiting, praying, [E] I did not die in vain.
[D] Say [E] a prayer for [F#m] peace [A] for every fallen [E]
son, [D] Set [E] my spirit [F#m]
free,
Let [D] me [A] lay down [E] my gun.
[Bm] Sweet Mother Mary, [D] we're so [A] tired, But we can't [E] come home till the last [F#m] shot's fired.
[D] Till the last [F#m] shot's fired.
[D] [A]
[D] [D#] Say a prayer for peace [D] for our daughters and our [F#] sons,
Set our spirits free, set us free, Let us lay down our guns.
[E] [Bm] Sweet Mother Mary, [D] we're so tired, [A] But we can't come home,
No, we [D] can't come home [D#] till the last shot's fired.
[F#]
Key:
D
E
F#m
A
Bm
D
E
F#m
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[F#m] I was there in the winter [E] of [A] 64 when [E] we camped in the ice at Nashville's door.
_ [A] 300 miles our [F#m] trail had led, _ _ we barely had [A] time to bury our dead.
_ When the Yankees charged and the [E] colors fell, _ _ [A] Overton Hill was a living [D] hell.
_ _ When we called retreat it was [E] almost dark, _ I died with a great shot in [F#m] my heart.
[D] Say [E] a prayer [F#m] for peace _ [D] for [A] every fallen [E] son, _ [D] Set [E] my spirit [F#m] free,
Let [D] me [A] lay down my [E] gun. _
[B] Sweet Mother [Bm] Mary, I'm [D] so tired, _ But I can't come home till the last [F#m] shot's fired.
_ _ [D] _
_ _ [F#m] In June of [B] [D] 1944, _ _ [E] I waited in the blood of [D] Omaha's shores. _
_ [A] 21 [E] and scared [F#m] to death, _ _ [E] My heart pounding in [D] my chest.
_ I almost made the first C-wall, [E] _ _ When my friends turned and saw [A] me fall.
_ I [D] still smell the smoke, I can taste [E] the mud, _ _ As I lay there dying from a loss [F#m] of blood.
_ _ [D] Say [E] a prayer [F#m] for peace _ [D] for [A] every fallen [E] son, _ _ [D] Set [E] my spirit [F#m]
free,
_ [D] Let me [A] lay down my [E]
gun.
_ [Bm] Sweet Mother Mary, [B] I'm [D] so tired, _ But I can't come home till the [F#m] last shot's fired. _
[D] I'm in the fields of Vietnam, [E] the mountains of Afghanistan,
[D] And I'm still hoping, waiting, praying, [E] I did not die in vain.
_ [D] Say [E] a prayer for [F#m] peace _ [A] for every fallen [E]
son, _ [D] Set [E] my spirit [F#m]
free,
Let [D] me [A] lay down [E] my gun.
_ [Bm] Sweet Mother Mary, [D] we're so [A] tired, _ But we can't [E] come home till the last [F#m] shot's fired. _
_ [D] _ Till the last [F#m] shot's fired. _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ [D#] Say a prayer for peace _ [D] for our daughters and our [F#] sons,
_ Set our spirits free, set us free, Let us lay down our guns.
[E] _ _ [Bm] Sweet Mother Mary, [D] we're so tired, _ [A] But we can't come home,
No, we [D] can't come home _ _ [D#] till the last shot's fired.
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[F#m] I was there in the winter [E] of [A] 64 when [E] we camped in the ice at Nashville's door.
_ [A] 300 miles our [F#m] trail had led, _ _ we barely had [A] time to bury our dead.
_ When the Yankees charged and the [E] colors fell, _ _ [A] Overton Hill was a living [D] hell.
_ _ When we called retreat it was [E] almost dark, _ I died with a great shot in [F#m] my heart.
[D] Say [E] a prayer [F#m] for peace _ [D] for [A] every fallen [E] son, _ [D] Set [E] my spirit [F#m] free,
Let [D] me [A] lay down my [E] gun. _
[B] Sweet Mother [Bm] Mary, I'm [D] so tired, _ But I can't come home till the last [F#m] shot's fired.
_ _ [D] _
_ _ [F#m] In June of [B] [D] 1944, _ _ [E] I waited in the blood of [D] Omaha's shores. _
_ [A] 21 [E] and scared [F#m] to death, _ _ [E] My heart pounding in [D] my chest.
_ I almost made the first C-wall, [E] _ _ When my friends turned and saw [A] me fall.
_ I [D] still smell the smoke, I can taste [E] the mud, _ _ As I lay there dying from a loss [F#m] of blood.
_ _ [D] Say [E] a prayer [F#m] for peace _ [D] for [A] every fallen [E] son, _ _ [D] Set [E] my spirit [F#m]
free,
_ [D] Let me [A] lay down my [E]
gun.
_ [Bm] Sweet Mother Mary, [B] I'm [D] so tired, _ But I can't come home till the [F#m] last shot's fired. _
[D] I'm in the fields of Vietnam, [E] the mountains of Afghanistan,
[D] And I'm still hoping, waiting, praying, [E] I did not die in vain.
_ [D] Say [E] a prayer for [F#m] peace _ [A] for every fallen [E]
son, _ [D] Set [E] my spirit [F#m]
free,
Let [D] me [A] lay down [E] my gun.
_ [Bm] Sweet Mother Mary, [D] we're so [A] tired, _ But we can't [E] come home till the last [F#m] shot's fired. _
_ [D] _ Till the last [F#m] shot's fired. _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ [D#] Say a prayer for peace _ [D] for our daughters and our [F#] sons,
_ Set our spirits free, set us free, Let us lay down our guns.
[E] _ _ [Bm] Sweet Mother Mary, [D] we're so tired, _ [A] But we can't come home,
No, we [D] can't come home _ _ [D#] till the last shot's fired.
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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