Til The Last Shot's Fired (feat. Scotty Hasting & Lee Brice) 가사

I was there in the winter of '64 Camped in the ice at Nashville's door Three hundred miles our trail had lead We barely had time to bury our dead When the smoke cleared 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 till the last shot's fired I was there on the beach in '44 Waded through the blood of Omaha shore I was twenty-one and scared to death My heart poundin' in my chest I almost made the old seawall When my friends turned and watched 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 And set my spirit free Let me lay down my gun Sweet mother Mary, I'm so tired But I can't come home till the last shot's fired I'm in the fields of Vietnam The mountains of Afghanistan And I'm still waitin', hopin', prayin' I did not die in vain Say a prayer for peace For every daughter and every son Set our spirits free (set us free) Let us lay down our guns Sweet mother Mary, we're so tired (we're so tired) But we can't come home till the last shot's fired (Sweet mother Mary) till the last shot's fired Let's all pray that someday soon the last shot will be fired Pray for peace