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	Current version of Trace Adkins Lyrics 'Til The Last Shot's Fired (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/t/trace-adkins/til-the-last-shots/) Current version of the lyrics						Version 2 of Trace Adkins Lyrics 'Til The Last Shot's Fired (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/t/trace-adkins/til-the-last-shots/v...) Version 2 of the lyrics
	I was there in the winter of '64						I was there in the winter of '64
1	When we camped in the ice at Nashville's doors						When we camped in the ice	1
2	Three hundred miles our trail had lead						at Nashville's doors	2
1							Three hundred miles our trail had led	1
	We barely had time to bury our dead						We barely had time to bury our dead
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	When the Yankees charged and the colors fell						When the Yankees charged and the colors fell
3	Overton Hill was a living hell						Overton hill was a living hell	3
4	When we called retreat, it was almost dark						When we called retreat it was almost dark	4
	I died with a grapeshot in my heart						I died with a grapeshot in my heart
5	Say a prayer for peace for every fallen son						Say a prayer for peace	5
6	Set my spirit free, let me lay down my gun						For every fallen son	6
7	Sweet Mother Mary I'm so tired						Set my spirit free	7
8	But I can't come home till the last shot's fired						Let me lay down my gun	8
2							Sweet mother Mary I´m so tired	2
3							But I can´t come home 'til	3
4							the last shot's fired	4
	In June of 1944						In June of 1944
	I waited in the blood of Omaha's shores						I waited in the blood of Omaha's shores
9	Twenty one and scared to death						Twenty-one      and scared to death	9
	My heart poundin' in my chest						My heart poundin' in my chest
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	I almost made the first seawall						I almost made the first seawall
	When my friends turned and saw me fall						When my friends turned and saw me fall
	I still smell the smoke, I can taste the mud						I still smell the smoke, I can taste the mud
10	As I lay there dying from    loss of blood						As I lay there dying from a loss of blood	10
11	Say a prayer for peace for every fallen son						Say a prayer for peace	11
12	Set my spirit free, let me lay down my gun						For every fallen son	12
13	Sweet Mother Mary I'm so tired						Set my spirit free	13
14	But I can't come home till the last shot's fired						Let me lay down my gun	14
5							Sweet mother Mary I´m so tired	5
6							But I can´t come home 'til	6
7							the last shot's fired	7
15	I'm in the fields of Vietnam						I´m in the fields of Vietnam,	15
	The mountains of Afghanistan						The mountains of Afghanistan
16	And I'm still hopin', waitin', prayin'						And I´m still hopin', waitin', prayin'	16
	I did not die in vain						I did not die in vain
17	Say a prayer for peace for every fallen son						Say a prayer for peace	17
18	Set our spirits free, let us lay down our guns						For every fallen son	18
19	Sweet Mother Mary we're so tired						Set our spirits free	19
20	But we can't come home till the last shot's fired						Let us lay down our guns	20
21	Till the last shot's fired						Sweet mother Mary we're so tired	21
22							But we can´t come home 'til	22
23	Say a prayer for peace for our daughters and our sons						the last shot's fired	23
24	Set our spirits free, let us lay down our guns						'Til the last shot's fired	24
3	Sweet Mother Mary we're so tired							3
25	But we can't come home						[Choir:]	25
	No we can't come home till the last shot's fired						Say a prayer for peace (for peace)
8							For our daughters and our sons	8
9							Set our spirits free (set us free)	9
10							Let us lay down our guns	10
11								11
12							[Trace:]	12
13							Sweet mother Mary, we're so tired	13
14							But we can´t come home (No	14
15							we can´t come home)	15
16								16
17							[Choir:]	17
18							'Til the last shot's fired	18

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