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Video Karaoke Til the Last Shot's Fired - Trace Adkins - Karaoke Canzoni

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Tempo di metronomo: 74.5 BPM

Stessa tonalità dell'originale: LA

Durata: 04:55 - Anteprima: 02:24

Data di rilascio: 2008
Generi: Country, In inglese
Autore originale: Douglas Johnson, Rob Crosby

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Testo De Til the Last Shot's Fired

I was there in the winter of sixty four
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 livin' 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 nineteen fourty four
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 sea wall
When my friends turned and saw me fall
I still smell the smoke
I can taste the mud
As I lay there dyin' 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
Sweet mother Mary we're so tired but we can't come home

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