Til the Last Shot s Fired
Authors: Rob Crosby, Doug Johnson
2008 covered by race Adkins
This is the 2012 version covered by Fex Rossi
CAPO 2
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I was there in the winter of 64
When we camped in the ice at Nashville s doors
Three hundred miles our trail had led
We barely had time to bury our dead
When the Yankees charged and the colors fell
Overton hill was a living hell
When we called retreat it was almost dark
I died with a grapeshot in my heart
Say a prayer for peace
For every fallen son
Set my spirit free
Let me lay down my gun
Sweet mother Mary I m so tired
But I can t come home til the last shot s fired
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In June of 1944
I waited in the blood of Omaha s shores
Twenty-one and scared to death
My heart poundin in my chest
I almost made the first seawall
When my friends turned and saw me fall
I still smell the smoke, I can taste the mud
As I lay there dying from a loss of blood
CHORUS
I m in the fields of Vietnam,
The mountains of Afghanistan
And I m still hopin , waitin , prayin
I did not die in vain
CHORUS
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