I was there in the winter of '64
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When we camped in the ice at Nashville's doors
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Three hundred miles our trail had lead
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We barely had time to bury our dead
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When the Yankees charged and the colors fell
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Overton hill was a living hell
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When we called retreat it was almost dark
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I died with a grapeshot in my heart
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Say a prayer for peace
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For every fallen son
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Set my spirit free
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Let me lay down my gun
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Sweet mother Mary I'm so tired
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But I can't come home 'til the last shot's fired
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In June of 1944
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I waited in the blood of Omaha's shores
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Twenty-one and scared to death
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My heart poundin' in my chest
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I almost made the first seawall
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When my friends turned and saw me fall
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I still smell the smoke, I can taste the mud
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As I lay there dying from a loss of blood
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Say a prayer for peace
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For every fallen son
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Set my spirit free
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Let me lay down my gun
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Sweet mother Mary I'm so tired
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But I can't come home 'til the last shot's fired
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I'm in the fields of Vietnam,
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The mountains of Afghanistan
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And I'm still hopin', waitin' prayin'
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I did not die in vain
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Say a prayer for peace
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For every fallen son
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Set our spirits free
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Let us lay down our guns
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Sweet mother Mary we're so tired
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But we can't come home 'til the last shot's fired
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'Til the last shot's fired
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[Choir:]
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Say a prayer for peace (for peace)
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For our daughters and our sons
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Set our spirits free (set us free)
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Let us lay down our guns
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[Trace:]
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Sweet mother Mary, we're so tired
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But we can't come home (No we can't come home)
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[Choir:]
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'Til the last shot's fired
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Til The Last Shot'S Fired
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Trace Adkins |