Til The Last Shot's Fired Lyrics - X (ten) - Trace Adkins

I was there in the winter of '64 

When we camped in the ice at Nashville's doors 

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 living 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 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 

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 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 

'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 

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

'Til the last shot's fired