歌手:Trace Adkins
专辑:《Definitive Greatest Hits》

作词 : JOHNSON, DOUG
作曲 : JOHNSON, DOUG
I was there in the winter of '64
When we 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 Yankees charged and the colors fell
Overton Hill was a living hell
When we called retreat, it was almost dark
I died with a grape shot 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 pounding in my chest
I almost made the first sea wall
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
VietnamThe mountains of
Afghanistan
And I'm still hoping, waiting, praying
I did not die in vain
Say a prayer for peace for every fallen son
Set our spirits free, let us lay down our guns
Sweet Mother
Mary we're so tired
But we 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