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Scotty Hasting, Lee Brice, Dolly Parton - Til The Last Shot's Fired (Lyric Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scotty Hasting
Scotty Hasting
Lead Vocals
Lee Brice
Lee Brice
Lead Vocals
Dolly Parton
Dolly Parton
Lead Vocals
Doug Johnson
Doug Johnson
Programming
Bobby Terry
Bobby Terry
Acoustic Guitar
Pryor Baird
Pryor Baird
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rob Crosby
Rob Crosby
Composer
Doug Johnson
Doug Johnson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lee Brice
Lee Brice
Vocal Producer
Doug Johnson
Doug Johnson
Recording Engineer
Bobby Terry
Bobby Terry
Recording Engineer
Kent Wells
Kent Wells
Vocal Producer
Kyle Dickson
Kyle Dickson
Vocal Recording Engineer
Cody LaBelle
Cody LaBelle
Vocal Recording Engineer
Michael Proctor
Michael Proctor
Editing Engineer
Benny Quinn
Benny Quinn
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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 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 was there on the beach in '44
Waded through the blood of Omaha Shore
I was 21 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
Written by: Doug Johnson, Rob Crosby

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