Til the Last Shot's Fired by Trace Adkins w/ West Point Cadet Glee Club

Trace Adkin's new song "Til the Last Shot's Fired" is performed with the West Point Cadet Glee Club singing backup on the final chorus ... and is every bit as moving as their performance of "Mansion's of the Lord" for the movie We Were Soldiers (which many of you know I was a proud member of). Please say a prayer for peace in the world, for every fallen son and daughter (be they Americans, Israleis, Palistinians, Iraqis, Afghanis, Indians, ect ... ) Maybe someday we can learn to coexist ... until then, Soldiers won;t be able to come home till that last shot's fired ...
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I was there in the winter of '64
When we camped in the ice at Nashville's doors
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 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 '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 poundin' in my chest
I almost made the first seawall
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 Vietnam,
The mountains of Afghanistan
And I'm still hopin', waitin' prayin' 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

[Choir:]
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

[Trace:]
Sweet mother Mary, we're so tired But we can't come home (No we can't come home)

[Choir:]
'Til the last shot's fired