Chords for Til The Last Shot's Fired ~lyrics~ By Trace Adkins
Tempo:
74.375 bpm
Chords used:
E
D
F#m
A
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#m] [D]
[E] [F#m] [D]
[F#m] I was there in the winter [E] of [Dm] 64 when [F#m]
[E] we camped in the [F#m] ice at Nashville's door.
[A] 300 miles [E] our trail [F#m] had led, [Em] we barely [A] had time to bury [D] 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 every [A] fallen [E] son.
[D] Set [E] my spirit [F#m] free, [D] let me [A] lay down my [E] gun.
[C#m] [Bm] Sweet Mother Mary I'm [D] so tired, but I can't come home [E] till the last [F#m] shot's fired.
[D] [F#m] In June of [B] [D] 1944 I [E] waded [A] in the blood of [D] Omaha's shores.
[A] 21 and [E] scared to [F#m] death, [E] my heart pounding [A] in [D] my chest.
I almost made the first sea [E] wall when my friends turned [A] and saw me [D] fall.
I 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 for [F#m]
peace [D] for every [A] fallen [E] son.
[D] Set [E] my spirit [F#m]
free, [D] let me [A] lay down my [E] gun.
[Bm] Sweet Mother Mary I'm [D] so tired, but I can't come home [E] till the last [F#m] 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#]
[F#m] peace [Dm] for every [A] fallen [E] son.
[D] Set [E] our spirits [F#m] free, [A] let [D] us [A] lay down [E] our guns.
[Bm] Sweet Mother Mary [D] we're so tired, but we can't [E] come home till the last [F#m] shot's fired.
[D] Till [A] the last [F#m] shot's fired.
Sweet [D]
[A]
[D] [A]
[E] [Bm] Mother [D] we're so tired, but we can't come home.
No we can't come home till the last shot's fired.
[F#] [G#] [E] [G#m]
[E] [F#] [G#] [G#m]
[E] [F#m] [D]
[F#m] I was there in the winter [E] of [Dm] 64 when [F#m]
[E] we camped in the [F#m] ice at Nashville's door.
[A] 300 miles [E] our trail [F#m] had led, [Em] we barely [A] had time to bury [D] 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 every [A] fallen [E] son.
[D] Set [E] my spirit [F#m] free, [D] let me [A] lay down my [E] gun.
[C#m] [Bm] Sweet Mother Mary I'm [D] so tired, but I can't come home [E] till the last [F#m] shot's fired.
[D] [F#m] In June of [B] [D] 1944 I [E] waded [A] in the blood of [D] Omaha's shores.
[A] 21 and [E] scared to [F#m] death, [E] my heart pounding [A] in [D] my chest.
I almost made the first sea [E] wall when my friends turned [A] and saw me [D] fall.
I 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 for [F#m]
peace [D] for every [A] fallen [E] son.
[D] Set [E] my spirit [F#m]
free, [D] let me [A] lay down my [E] gun.
[Bm] Sweet Mother Mary I'm [D] so tired, but I can't come home [E] till the last [F#m] 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#]
[F#m] peace [Dm] for every [A] fallen [E] son.
[D] Set [E] our spirits [F#m] free, [A] let [D] us [A] lay down [E] our guns.
[Bm] Sweet Mother Mary [D] we're so tired, but we can't [E] come home till the last [F#m] shot's fired.
[D] Till [A] the last [F#m] shot's fired.
Sweet [D]
[A]
[D] [A]
[E] [Bm] Mother [D] we're so tired, but we can't come home.
No we can't come home till the last shot's fired.
[F#] [G#] [E] [G#m]
[E] [F#] [G#] [G#m]
Key:
E
D
F#m
A
Bm
E
D
F#m
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[E] _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[F#m] I was there in the winter [E] of [Dm] 64 when [F#m]
[E] we camped in the [F#m] ice at Nashville's door.
_ [A] 300 miles [E] our trail [F#m] had led, _ _ [Em] we barely [A] had time to bury [D] 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 every [A] fallen [E] son. _ _
[D] Set [E] my spirit [F#m] free, _ [D] let me [A] lay down my [E] gun. _ _
[C#m] [Bm] Sweet Mother Mary I'm [D] so tired, _ but I can't come home [E] till the last [F#m] shot's fired. _ _ _
[D] _ _ [F#m] In June of [B] [D] 1944 I [E] waded [A] in the blood of [D] Omaha's shores. _
[A] 21 and [E] scared to [F#m] death, _ _ [E] my heart pounding [A] in [D] my chest.
_ I almost made the first sea [E] wall when my friends turned [A] and saw me [D] fall.
I 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 for [F#m]
peace _ [D] for every [A] fallen [E] son.
_ _ [D] Set [E] my spirit [F#m]
free, _ [D] let me [A] lay down my [E] gun.
_ _ [Bm] Sweet Mother Mary I'm [D] so tired, _ but I can't come home [E] till the last [F#m] 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#]
[F#m] peace _ [Dm] for every [A] fallen [E] son.
_ _ [D] Set [E] our spirits [F#m] free, _ [A] let [D] us [A] lay down [E] our guns.
_ [Bm] Sweet Mother Mary [D] we're so tired, but we can't [E] come home till the last [F#m] shot's fired. _
_ [D] _ Till [A] the last [F#m] shot's fired.
Sweet [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [Bm] Mother [D] we're so tired, but we can't come home.
No we can't come home _ _ till the last shot's fired.
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ [E] _ [G#m] _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ [F#] _ [G#] _ [G#m] _ _
[E] _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
[F#m] I was there in the winter [E] of [Dm] 64 when [F#m]
[E] we camped in the [F#m] ice at Nashville's door.
_ [A] 300 miles [E] our trail [F#m] had led, _ _ [Em] we barely [A] had time to bury [D] 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 every [A] fallen [E] son. _ _
[D] Set [E] my spirit [F#m] free, _ [D] let me [A] lay down my [E] gun. _ _
[C#m] [Bm] Sweet Mother Mary I'm [D] so tired, _ but I can't come home [E] till the last [F#m] shot's fired. _ _ _
[D] _ _ [F#m] In June of [B] [D] 1944 I [E] waded [A] in the blood of [D] Omaha's shores. _
[A] 21 and [E] scared to [F#m] death, _ _ [E] my heart pounding [A] in [D] my chest.
_ I almost made the first sea [E] wall when my friends turned [A] and saw me [D] fall.
I 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 for [F#m]
peace _ [D] for every [A] fallen [E] son.
_ _ [D] Set [E] my spirit [F#m]
free, _ [D] let me [A] lay down my [E] gun.
_ _ [Bm] Sweet Mother Mary I'm [D] so tired, _ but I can't come home [E] till the last [F#m] 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#]
[F#m] peace _ [Dm] for every [A] fallen [E] son.
_ _ [D] Set [E] our spirits [F#m] free, _ [A] let [D] us [A] lay down [E] our guns.
_ [Bm] Sweet Mother Mary [D] we're so tired, but we can't [E] come home till the last [F#m] shot's fired. _
_ [D] _ Till [A] the last [F#m] shot's fired.
Sweet [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [Bm] Mother [D] we're so tired, but we can't come home.
No we can't come home _ _ till the last shot's fired.
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G#] _ _ [E] _ [G#m] _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ [F#] _ [G#] _ [G#m] _ _