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