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