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