Chord Gitar dan Lirik Lagu ‘Til The Last Shot’s Fired Oleh Trace Adkins

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:

|———|-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

there in the [F#m/E]winter of ‘64, camped in the [D/E]ice at Nashville’s [D/F#]door.

Three-h

undred miles our [A/Ab]trail had led, we barely had time to [E/C#]bury our dead.

When the

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

When we called re

treat it was almost dark,

I d

ied with a grape-sho[E/C#]t in my heart.

Chorus

Say a prayer for peace, for every f[D/C#]allen son.

Set my spirit free, let me lay [D/C#]down my gun.

Sweet

Mother Mar[Bm/C#]y, I’m so tired,

but I can’t come home til th[D/E]e last shot’s fired.

Verse 2

In

June[F#m/E] of 1944, I waded in the b[D/E]lood of Omaha’s[D/F#] shore.

Twenty-

one and [A/Ab]scared to death, my heart poundin'[E/C#] in my chest.

I almost

made the first sea wall, when my friends turned and [E/C#]saw me fall.

I still

smell the smoke, I can taste the mud,

as I l

ay there dying from a [E/C#]loss of blood.

Chorus

Interlude

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 (reprise)

Say a prayer for peace, for every f[D/C#]allen son.

Set our spirits free, let us la[D/C#]y down our guns.

Sweet

Mother Mar[Bm/C#]y, We’re so tired,

but

We can’t come home til the[D/E] last shot’s fired.

Til the Last Shot’s Fired.

(closing chorus is a cappella)