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