I play this with Capo on 3 simply because I can't sing as 
low as Trace. To play it with the album I believe it Capo 2.




Em 	  	              Dm/C 	  	 
I was there in the winter of '64
Dm 	  	  	  	  	   C
When we camped in the ice at Nashville's doors
G 	  	  	        C   Em 	  	 
Three hundred miles our trail had lead
Dm 	  	  	  	 C
We barely had time to bury our dead
C 	  	  	  	  	 Dm
When the Yankees charged and the colors fell
Dm 	  	  	    Em
Overton hill was a living hell
C 	  	  	  	       Dm
When we called retreat it was almost dark
Dm 	  	  	  	 Em
I died with a grapeshot in my heart


CHORUS

C      Dm         Em
Say a prayer for peace
C          G     Dm
For every fallen son
C       Dm      Em
Set my spirit free
C           G       Dm  
Let me lay down my gun
Dm                         C
Sweet mother Mary I'm so tired
C                                Dm          Em
But I can't come home 'til the last shot's fired



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

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


C
I'm in the fields of Vietnam,
Dm
The mountains of Afghanistan
C
And I'm still hopin', waitin' prayin'
Dm
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

(Choir:)
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

(Trace:)
Sweet mother Mary, we're so tired
But we can't come home (No we can't come home)

(Choir:)
'Til the last shot's fired