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