CAPO 2
Fm A#m / Fm A#m
Fm C#/D#
I was there in the winter of '64
A#m C# Fm
When we camped in the ice at Nashville's doors
G# C# D#
Three hundred miles our trail had led
A#m C# Fm
We barely had time to bury our dead
G# C# D#
When the Yankees charged and the colors fell
A#m C# Fm
Overton hill was a living hell
G# C# D#
When we called retreat it was almost dark
A#m C# Fm
I died with a grapeshot in my heart
C# D# Fm
Say a prayer for peace
C# G# D#
For every fallen son
C# D# Fm
Set my spirit free
C# G# D#
Let me lay down my gun
A#m C# D#
Sweet mother Mary I'm so tired
C# D# Fm
But I can't come home 'til the last shot's fired
Fm A#m / Fm A#m
Fm C#/D#
In June of 1944
A#m C# Fm
I waited in the blood of Omaha's shores
G# C# D#
Twenty-one and scared to death
A#m C# Fm
My heart poundin' in my chest
G# C# D#
I almost made the first seawall
A#m C# Fm
When my friends turned and saw me fall
G# C# D#
I still smell the smoke, I can taste the mud
A#m C# Fm
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