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