Lyrics:

I was there in the winter of ''64**lf**When we camped in the ice at Nashville''s doors**lf**Three hundred miles our trail had lead**lf**We barely had time to bury our dead**lf**When the Yankees charged and the colors fell**lf**Overton hill was a living hell**lf**When we called retreat it was almost dark**lf**I died with a grapeshot in my heart**lf****lf**Say a prayer for peace**lf**For every fallen son**lf**Set my spirit free**lf**Let me lay down my gun**lf**Sweet mother Mary I''m so tired**lf**But I can''t come home ''til the last shot''s fired**lf****lf**In June of 1944**lf**I waited in the blood of Omaha''s shores**lf**Twenty-one and scared to death**lf**My heart poundin'' in my chest**lf**I almost made the first seawall**lf**When my friends turned and saw me fall**lf**I still smell the smoke, I can taste the mud**lf**As I lay there dying from a loss of blood**lf****lf**Say a prayer for peace**lf**For every fallen son**lf**Set my spirit free**lf**Let me lay down my gun**lf**Sweet mother Mary I''m so tired**lf**But I can''t come home ''til the last shot''s fired**lf****lf**I''m in the fields of Vietnam,**lf**The mountains of Afghanistan**lf**And I''m still hopin'', waitin'' prayin''**lf**I did not die in vain**lf****lf**Say a prayer for peace**lf**For every fallen son**lf**Set my spirit free**lf**Let me lay down my gun**lf**Sweet mother Mary I''m so tired**lf**But I can''t come home ''til the last shot''s fired**lf****lf**''Til the last shot''s fired**lf****lf**Say a prayer for peace (for peace)**lf**For our daughters and our sons**lf**Set our spirits free (set us free)**lf**Let us lay down our guns**lf****lf**Sweet mother Mary, we''re so tired**lf**But we can''t come home (No we can''t come home)**lf****lf**''Til the last shot''s fired