Til The Last Shot's Fired

Til The Last Shot's Fired - Scotty Hasting

Composed by：Doug Johnson/Rob Crosby

Produced by：Doug Johnson

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 fraee

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 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 'til 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 'til the last shot's fired

Sweet mother Mary 'til the last shot's fired

Let's all pray that someday soon the last shot will be fired

Pray for peace