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
I was [F#m]there in the [F#m/E]winter of '6[D]4, camped in the [D/E]ice at Nashville's [D/F#]door.
Three-h[A]undred miles our [A/Ab]trail had [F#m]led, we [E]barely had time to [E/C#]bury our [D]dead.
When the [D]yankees charged and the colors [E]fell, Overton[E] Hill was a[E/C#] living h[D]ell.
When we called re[D]treat it was almost d[E]ark,
I d[E]ied with a grape-sho[E/C#]t in my [Dmaj7]heart.
Chorus
[D]Say a p[E]rayer for [F#m]peace, for [D]every f[D/C#]allen s[Esus4]on.[E]
[D]Set my s[E]pirit f[F#m]ree, let [D]me lay [D/C#]down my [Esus4]gun.[E]
Sweet [Bm]Mother Mar[Bm/C#]y, I'm so t[D]ired,
[D]but I can't come home til th[D/E]e last shot's [F#m]fired. [E]
Verse 2
In [F#m]June[F#m/E] of 19[D]44, I [D]waded in the b[D/E]lood of Omaha's[D/F#] shore.
Twenty-[A]one and [A/Ab]scared to [F#m]death, my [E]heart poundin'[E/C#] in my ch[D]est.
I almost [D]made the first sea w[E]all, when my[E] friends turned and [E/C#]saw me fa[D]ll.
I still [D]smell the smoke, I can tas[E]te the mud,
as I l[E]ay there dying from a [E/C#]loss of b[Dmaj7]lood.
Chorus
Interlude
I'm [D]in the fields of Vietnam, the [E]mountains of Afghanistan,
And [D]I'm still hopin', waitin', prayin' I [E]did not die in vain.
Chorus (reprise)
[D]Say a p[E]rayer for [F#m]peace, for [D]every f[D/C#]allen s[Esus4]on.[E]
[D]Set our [E]spirits[F#m] free, le[D]t us la[D/C#]y down o[Esus4]ur guns.[E]
Sweet [Bm]Mother Mar[Bm/C#]y, We're so t[D]ired,
but [D]We can't come home til the[D/E] last shot's fi[F#m]red.
[D]Til the Last Shot's [F#m]Fired.[D]
(closing chorus is a cappella)
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
I was [F#m]there in the [F#m/E]winter of '6[D]4, camped in the [D/E]ice at Nashville's [D/F#]door.
Three-h[A]undred miles our [A/Ab]trail had [F#m]led, we [E]barely had time to [E/C#]bury our [D]dead.
When the [D]yankees charged and the colors [E]fell, Overton[E] Hill was a[E/C#] living h[D]ell.
When we called re[D]treat it was almost d[E]ark,
I d[E]ied with a grape-sho[E/C#]t in my [Dmaj7]heart.
Chorus
[D]Say a p[E]rayer for [F#m]peace, for [D]every f[D/C#]allen s[Esus4]on.[E]
[D]Set my s[E]pirit f[F#m]ree, let [D]me lay [D/C#]down my [Esus4]gun.[E]
Sweet [Bm]Mother Mar[Bm/C#]y, I'm so t[D]ired,
[D]but I can't come home til th[D/E]e last shot's [F#m]fired. [E]
Verse 2
In [F#m]June[F#m/E] of 19[D]44, I [D]waded in the b[D/E]lood of Omaha's[D/F#] shore.
Twenty-[A]one and [A/Ab]scared to [F#m]death, my [E]heart poundin'[E/C#] in my ch[D]est.
I almost [D]made the first sea w[E]all, when my[E] friends turned and [E/C#]saw me fa[D]ll.
I still [D]smell the smoke, I can tas[E]te the mud,
as I l[E]ay there dying from a [E/C#]loss of b[Dmaj7]lood.
Chorus
Interlude
I'm [D]in the fields of Vietnam, the [E]mountains of Afghanistan,
And [D]I'm still hopin', waitin', prayin' I [E]did not die in vain.
Chorus (reprise)
[D]Say a p[E]rayer for [F#m]peace, for [D]every f[D/C#]allen s[Esus4]on.[E]
[D]Set our [E]spirits[F#m] free, le[D]t us la[D/C#]y down o[Esus4]ur guns.[E]
Sweet [Bm]Mother Mar[Bm/C#]y, We're so t[D]ired,
but [D]We can't come home til the[D/E] last shot's fi[F#m]red.
[D]Til the Last Shot's [F#m]Fired.[D]
(closing chorus is a cappella)
