Til the Last Shot's Fired 
Authors: Rob Crosby, Doug Johnson 
2008 covered by race Adkins
This is the 2012 version covered by Fex Rossi
CAPO 2  

Em   Am   /   Em   Am

Em                             C/D  
 I was there in the winter of '64
         Am                   C           Em 
When we camped in the ice at Nashville's doors
       G                  C        D
Three hundred miles our trail had led
   Am                  C        Em
We barely had time to bury our dead
          G                       C      D
When the Yankees charged and the colors fell
Am                  C      Em
Overton hill was a living hell
         G                    C       D
When we called retreat it was almost dark
   Am                   C      Em
I died with a grapeshot in my heart

 C      D         Em 
Say a prayer for peace      
    C      G      D        
For every fallen son
 C       D      Em
Set my spirit free
     C      G       D
Let me lay down my gun
       Am         C       D
Sweet mother Mary I'm so tired
       C               D                    Em
But I can't come home 'til the last shot's fired

Em   Am   /   Em   Am

Em           C/D  
In June of 1944
   Am                    C         Em 
I waited in the blood of Omaha's shores
  G              C        D
Twenty-one and scared to death
Am                C       Em
My heart poundin' in my chest
  G                C        D
I almost made the first seawall
     Am                     C      Em
When my friends turned and saw me fall
          G                     C         D
I still smell the smoke, I can taste the mud
      Am                     C        Em
As I lay there dying from a loss of blood

CHORUS

C          
I'm in the fields of Vietnam,
D
The mountains of Afghanistan
C
And I'm still hopin', waitin', prayin'
D
I did not die in vain

CHORUS

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