Chords for Trace Adkins-Til the Last Shot's Fired
Tempo:
74.35 bpm
Chords used:
D
E
F#m
A
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C#] [F#m] [D]
[E] [F#m] [D]
[F#m] I was there in the winter of [Dm] 64 when [F#m]
[E] we camped in the [C#m] ice at [F#m] 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 [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, 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, [E] I waited in the [A] blood of [D] Omaha's shores.
[A] 21 [E] and scared to [F#m] death, [E] my heart [A] pounding in [D] my chest.
I almost made the first [E] C-wall, when my friends turned [A] and saw me [D] fall.
[A] I [D] still smell the smoke, I can taste [E] the mud, As I lay there dying from a loss [F#m] of blood.
Say [D] [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.
[Bm] Sweet Mother Mary, I'm [D] so tired, But I can't come home [E] 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 [F#] for [F#m] peace [Dm] for every [A] fallen [E]
son, [D] Set [E] my spirit [F#m]
free, [A] [D] let me [A] lay down [E] my gun.
[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.
[D]
Say [E] a prayer for peace [D] for our daughters, [E] Set my spirit [A] free, set us free, let us lay down [B] our [E] guns.
[Bm] Sweet Mother Mary, [D] we're so tired, But we can't come home, no we can't come home, [G#] Till the [F#] last shot's fired.
[E] [F#m] [D]
[F#m] I was there in the winter of [Dm] 64 when [F#m]
[E] we camped in the [C#m] ice at [F#m] 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 [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, 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, [E] I waited in the [A] blood of [D] Omaha's shores.
[A] 21 [E] and scared to [F#m] death, [E] my heart [A] pounding in [D] my chest.
I almost made the first [E] C-wall, when my friends turned [A] and saw me [D] fall.
[A] I [D] still smell the smoke, I can taste [E] the mud, As I lay there dying from a loss [F#m] of blood.
Say [D] [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.
[Bm] Sweet Mother Mary, I'm [D] so tired, But I can't come home [E] 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 [F#] for [F#m] peace [Dm] for every [A] fallen [E]
son, [D] Set [E] my spirit [F#m]
free, [A] [D] let me [A] lay down [E] my gun.
[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.
[D]
Say [E] a prayer for peace [D] for our daughters, [E] Set my spirit [A] free, set us free, let us lay down [B] our [E] guns.
[Bm] Sweet Mother Mary, [D] we're so tired, But we can't come home, no we can't come home, [G#] Till the [F#] last shot's fired.
Key:
D
E
F#m
A
Bm
D
E
F#m
[C#] _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[E] _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[F#m] I was there in the winter of [Dm] 64 when [F#m]
[E] we camped in the [C#m] ice at [F#m] 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 [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, 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, _ _ [E] I waited in the [A] blood of [D] Omaha's shores. _
_ [A] 21 [E] and scared to [F#m] death, _ _ [E] my heart [A] pounding in [D] my chest.
_ I almost made the first [E] C-wall, _ _ when my friends turned [A] and saw me [D] fall.
_ [A] I [D] still smell the smoke, I can taste [E] the mud, _ _ As I lay there dying from a loss [F#m] of blood.
Say _ [D] _ [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.
_ _ [Bm] Sweet Mother Mary, I'm [D] so tired, _ But I can't come home [E] 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 [F#] for [F#m] peace _ [Dm] for every [A] fallen [E]
son, _ [D] Set [E] my spirit [F#m]
free, _ [A] [D] let me [A] lay down [E] my gun.
_ [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. _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Say _ _ _ [E] _ a prayer for peace [D] for our daughters, _ [E] _ _ _ _ Set my spirit [A] free, set us free, let us lay down [B] our [E] _ guns.
[Bm] Sweet Mother Mary, [D] we're so tired, But we can't come home, no we can't come home, _ [G#] _ Till the [F#] last shot's fired. _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ [F#m] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[F#m] I was there in the winter of [Dm] 64 when [F#m]
[E] we camped in the [C#m] ice at [F#m] 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 [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, 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, _ _ [E] I waited in the [A] blood of [D] Omaha's shores. _
_ [A] 21 [E] and scared to [F#m] death, _ _ [E] my heart [A] pounding in [D] my chest.
_ I almost made the first [E] C-wall, _ _ when my friends turned [A] and saw me [D] fall.
_ [A] I [D] still smell the smoke, I can taste [E] the mud, _ _ As I lay there dying from a loss [F#m] of blood.
Say _ [D] _ [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.
_ _ [Bm] Sweet Mother Mary, I'm [D] so tired, _ But I can't come home [E] 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 [F#] for [F#m] peace _ [Dm] for every [A] fallen [E]
son, _ [D] Set [E] my spirit [F#m]
free, _ [A] [D] let me [A] lay down [E] my gun.
_ [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. _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Say _ _ _ [E] _ a prayer for peace [D] for our daughters, _ [E] _ _ _ _ Set my spirit [A] free, set us free, let us lay down [B] our [E] _ guns.
[Bm] Sweet Mother Mary, [D] we're so tired, But we can't come home, no we can't come home, _ [G#] _ Till the [F#] last shot's fired. _ _ _ _ _