Intro: 
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 | --------- | -2---strings after--- | -3------- |  x2
 | ------2-- | -4---the downbeat---- | -0------- | 
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Verse 1

      F#5          F#5       D5                D5                D5
I was there in the winter of '64, camped in the ice at Nashville's door. 

       A5                A5      F#5     E5                  E5     D5      
Three-hundred miles our trail had led, we barely had time to bury our dead.

         D5                              E5            E5          E5     D5
When the yankees charged and the colors fell, Overton Hill was a living hell.

                 D5                    E5       
When we called retreat it was almost dark, 

   E5                      E5    D5
I died with a grape-shot in my heart.


Chorus

D5      E5         F#5        D5      D   E5   E5
Say a prayer for peace, for every fallen son.

D5       E5      F#5      D5      D    E5    E5
Set my spirit free, let me lay down my gun.

      B5      B5      D5            
Sweet Mother Mary, I'm so tired, 

D5                          D5                F#5       E5
but I can't come home til the last shot's fired. 


Verse 2

   F#5 F#5 D5     D5             D5            D5
In June of 1944, I waded in the blood of Omaha's shore.

       A5       A5      F#5       E5             E5     D5       
Twenty-one and scared to death, my heart poundin' in my chest.

         D5                   E5           E5                   E5     D5
I almost made the first sea wall, when my friends turned and saw me fall.
 
        D5                         E5           
I still smell the smoke, I can taste the mud, 

      E5                   E5     D5  
as I lay there dying from a loss of blood.


Chorus


Interlude

    D5                             E5
I'm in the fields of Vietnam , the mountains of Afghanistan,

    D5                                    E5
And I'm still hopin', waitin', prayin' I did not die in vain.


Chorus (reprise)

D5      E5         F#5        D5      D   E5   E5
Say a prayer for peace, for every fallen son.

D5       E5      F#5      D5      D    E5    E5
Set our spirits free, let us lay down our guns.

      B5      B5        D5            
Sweet Mother Mary, We're so tired, 

    D5                         D5           F#5       
but We can't come home til the last shot's fired. 

D5                   F#5      D5
Til the Last Shot's Fired.


[closing chorus is a cappella]