Til The Last Shot's Fired

I was there in the winter of '64

When we camped in the ice at Nashville's door

Three hundred miles our trail had lead

We barely had time to bury our dead

When the Yankees charged and the colors fell

Overton Hill was a livin' 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

In June of 1944

I waded 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 dyin' from a loss of blood

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

I'm in the fields of Vietnam

The mountains of Afghanistan

And I'm still hopin', waitin', prayin'

I did not die in vain

Say a prayer for peace

For every fallen son

Set our spirits free

Let us lay down our guns

Sweet Mother Mary, we're so tired

But we can't come home til the last shot's fired

Til the last shot's fired

(Say a prayer for peace, for peace)

(For our daughters and our sons)

(Set our spirits free, set us free)

(Let us lay down our guns)

Sweet Mother Mary, we're so tired (Ooh)

But we can't come home (No, we can't come home)

(Til the last shot's fired)