Trace Adkins - Til The Last Shots Fired Chords & Tabs

There is a lot of picking in this song (not much strumming) not to mention a
plethora of other instruments giving an overwhelming and eerie effect to 
the music. But I tried to find the chords as best I could in the'
conglomeration of instruments. 


Intro: 
            F#m                   Dsus4
|---------|-2-------------------|-0-------|
|---------|-2---pick individual-|-2-------|
|---------|-2---strings after---|-3-------| x2
|------2--|-4---the downbeat----|-0-------|
|--2-4----|-4-------------------|-0-------|
|---------|-2-------------------|-x-------|

Verse 1

      F#m          F#m/E       D                D/E                D/F#
I was there in the winter of '64, camped in the ice at Nashville's door. 

       A                A/G#      F#m     E                  E/C#     D      
Three-hundred miles our trail had led, we barely had time to bury our dead.

         D                              E            E          E/C#     D
When the yankees charged and the colors fell, Overton Hill was a living hell.

                 D                    E       
When we called retreat it was almost dark, 

   E 	               E/C#    Dmaj7
I died with a grape-shot in my heart.


Chorus

D      E         F#m        D      D/C#   Esus4   E
Say a prayer for peace, for every fallen son.

D       E      F#m      D      D/C#    Esus4    E
Set my spirit free, let me lay down my gun.

      Bm	Bm/C#      D		
Sweet Mother Mary, I'm so tired, 
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D	                    D/E	          F#m       E
but I can't come home til the last shot's fired. 


Verse 2

   F#m F#m/E D     D             D/E            D/F#
In June of 1944, I waded in the blood of Omaha's shore.

       A       A/G#      F#m       E             E/C#     D       
Twenty-one and scared to death, my heart poundin' in my chest.

         D                   E           E                   E/C#     D
I almost made the first sea wall, when my friends turned and saw me fall.
 
        D                         E           
I still smell the smoke, I can taste the mud, 

      E 	            E/C#     Dmaj7  
as I lay there dying from a loss of blood.


Chorus


Interlude

    D                             E
I'm in the fields of Vietnam, the mountains of Afghanistan,

    D                                    E
And I'm still hopin', waitin', prayin' I did not die in vain.


Chorus (reprise)

D      E         F#m        D      D/C#   Esus4   E
Say a prayer for peace, for every fallen son.

D       E      F#m      D      D/C#    Esus4    E
Set our spirits free, let us lay down our guns.

      Bm	Bm/C#        D		
Sweet Mother Mary, We're so tired, 

    D                         D/E	     F#m       
but We can't come home til the last shot's fired. 

D                   F#m      D
Til the Last Shot's Fired.


[closing chorus is a cappella]