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
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Til The Last Shot's Fired ~lyrics~ By Trace Adkins chords
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[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]
Key:  
E
2311
D
1321
F#m
123111112
A
1231
Bm
13421112
E
2311
D
1321
F#m
123111112
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Let's start jamming Trace Adkins - Til The Last Shots Fired chords, Practice these chords sequence - D, E, F#m, D, E, A and D. For best results, commence at 37 BPM and progress to the song's BPM of 74. To match your vocal range and chord inclination, adjust the capo in line with the key: A Major.

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[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] _ _

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