Til the Last Shot's Fired

[ti:Til the Last Shot's Fired] [ar:The Hit Crew] [al:Modern Country Classics: 2009, Vol. 1] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.48]Til the Last Shot's Fired - The Hit Crew (热歌组合) [00:02.10] [00:13.49]I was there in the winter of sixty-four [00:19.22]When we camped in the ice at Nashville's doors [00:24.65]Three hundred miles our trail had lead [00:30.63]We barely had time to bury our dead [00:36.07]When the Yankees charged and the colors fell [00:42.02]Overton hill was a living hell [00:47.39]When we called retreat it was almost dark [00:53.21]I died with a grapeshot in my heart [00:58.81]Say a prayer for peace [01:05.06]For every fallen son [01:11.73]Set my spirit free [01:17.89]Let me lay down my gun [01:24.26]Sweet mother Mary I'm so tired [01:30.12]But I can't come home til the last shot's fired [01:38.87]In June of nineteen and fourty-four [01:41.48] [01:44.63]I waited in the blood of Omaha's shores [01:50.58]Twenty-one and scared to death [01:56.17]My heart pounding in my chest [02:01.66]I almost made the first seawall [02:07.38]When my friends turned and saw me fall [02:12.58]I still smell the smoke I can taste the mud [02:18.36]As I lay there dying from a loss of blood [02:24.16]Say a prayer for peace [02:30.43]For every fallen son [02:37.06]Set my spirit free [02:43.30]Let me lay down my gun [02:49.59]Sweet mother Mary I'm so tired [02:55.46]But I can't come home til the last shot's fired [03:00.94]I'm in the fields of Vietnam [03:04.43]The mountains of Afghanistan [03:07.65]And I'm still hoping waiting praying [03:10.89]I did not die in vain [03:15.81]Say a prayer for peace [03:21.96]For every fallen son [03:28.66]Set our spirits free [03:34.44]Let us lay down our guns [03:41.19]Sweet mother Mary we're so tired [03:46.42] [03:46.95]But we can't come home til the last shot's fired [03:54.59]Til the last shot's fired [04:11.33]Say a prayer for peace (for peace) [04:16.16]For our daughters and our sons [04:19.44] [04:23.44]Set our spirits free (set us free) [04:29.24]Let us lay down our guns [04:36.13]Sweet mother Mary we're so tired [04:41.81]But we can't come home (no we can't come home) [04:49.83]Til the last shot's fired