Tone: [Gbm]
Intro -x2-:
[Gbm] [Dsus4]
Verse:
I was [Gbm]there in the [Gbm]winter of '6[D]'64, camped in the [D]ice at Nashville's [D]door.
Three-h[A]Three-hundred miles our [A]trail had [Gbm]led, we [E]barely had time to [E]bury our[D]our dead.
When the [D]yankees charged and the colors [E]fell, Overton[E]Overton Hill was a[E]a living [D]hell.
When we called re[D]retreat it was almost d[E]dark,
I d[E]ie[ ]d with a grape-s[E]hot in [Dmaj7]my heart.
Chorus:
[D]Say a p[E]prayer for [Gbm]peace, for [D]every f[D]allen s[Esus4]on. [E]
[D]Set my s[E]spirit f[Gbm]free, let [D]me lay [D]down my [Esus4]gun. [E]
Sweet [Bm Bm]Mother Mary, I[D ]I'm so tired,
[D ]but I can't come home [D]til[ ] the last s[Gbm]hot's fire[E]d.
Verse:
In [Gbm]June[Gbm]June of 19[D]1944, I [D]waded in the b[D]lood of Omaha's[D] shore.
Twenty-[A]Twenty-one and [A]scared to [Gbm]death, my [E]heart poundin'[E] in my c[D]hest.
I almost [D]made the first sea w[E]wall, when my[E]my friends turned and [E]saw me f[D]all.
I still [D]smell the smoke, I can tas[E]taste the mud,
as I l[E]lay[ ]ay there dying [E]from a l[Dmaj7]oss of blood.
Chorus:
[D]Say a p[E]prayer for [Gbm]peace, for [D]every f[D]allen s[Esus4]on. [E]
[D]Set my s[E]spirit f[Gbm]free, let [D]me lay [D]down my [Esus4]gun. [E]
Sweet [Bm Bm]Mother Mary, I[D ]I'm so tired,
[D ]but I can't come home [D]til[ ] the last s[Gbm]hot's fire[E]d.
Bridge:
I'm [D]in the fields of Vietnam, the [E]mountains of Afghanistan,
And [D]I'm still hopin', waitin', prayin' I [E]did not die in vain.
Chorus:
[D]Say a p[E]prayer for [Gbm]peace, for [D]every f[D]allen s[Esus4]on. [E]
[D]Set our [E]spirits[Gbm] free, le[D]t us la[D]y down o[Esus4]ur guns. [E]
Sweet [Bm Bm]Mother Mary, We'[D ]We're so tired,
but [D]We can't come home til the[D] la[ ]st sho[Gbm]t's fired.
[D]Til the Last Shot's [Gbm]Fired. [D]
Chorus:
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.
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