歌手: Trace Adkins
时长: 05:00
Til The Last Shot's Fired - Trace Adkins (崔斯·艾金斯)[00:00:00]
I was there in the winter of sixty four[00:00:13]
When we camped in the ice at Nashville's doors[00:00:19]
Three hundred miles our trail had lead[00:00:25]
We barely had time to bury our dead[00:00:31]
When the Yankees charged and the colors fell[00:00:36]
Overtone hill was a living hell[00:00:42]
When we called retreat it was almost dark[00:00:47]
I died with a grapeshot in my heart[00:00:53]
Say a prayer for peace[00:00:59]
For every fallen son[00:01:05]
Set my spirit free[00:01:12]
Let me lay down my gun[00:01:18]
Sweet mother Mary I'm so tired[00:01:24]
But I can't come home til the last shot's fired[00:01:30]
In June of nineteen and forty four[00:01:39]
I waited in the blood of Omaha's shores[00:01:45]
Twenty one and scared to death[00:01:51]
My heart pounding in my chest[00:01:56]
I almost made the first seawall[00:02:02]
When my friends turned and saw me fall[00:02:07]
I still smell the smoke I can taste the mud[00:02:13]
As I lay there dying from a loss of blood[00:02:19]
Say a prayer for peace[00:02:24]
For every fallen son[00:02:31]
Set my spirit free[00:02:37]
Let me lay down my gun[00:02:43]
Sweet mother Mary I'm so tired[00:02:50]
But I can't come home til the last shot's fired[00:02:56]
I'm in the fields of Vietnam[00:03:01]
The mountains of Afghanistan[00:03:05]
And I'm still hoping waiting praying[00:03:08]
I did not die in vain[00:03:11]
Say a prayer for peace[00:03:16]
For every fallen son[00:03:22]
Set our spirits free[00:03:29]
Let us lay down our guns[00:03:35]
Sweet mother Mary we're so tired[00:03:41]
But we can't come home til the last shot's fired[00:03:47]
Til the last shot's fired[00:03:55]
Say a prayer for peace for peace[00:04:11]
For our daughters and our sons[00:04:16]
Set our spirits free set us free[00:04:23]
Let us lay down our guns[00:04:29]
Sweet mother Mary we're so tired[00:04:36]
But we can't come home no we can't come home[00:04:41]
Til the last shot's fired[00:04:49]