Trace Adkins Lets Do That Again

intro:A,F#m,D x2

I remember when kissing you would take all night
Love was new back then, the moment was always right
I apologize, I can't believe how long it’s been
So put your lips to mine and let’s do that again

We could talk it over
But baby, talk is cheap
So come a little closer
I’ll show you what I mean

(SAME CHORDS HERE ON OUT)

‘Cause I remember how it felt to be skin on skin
Girl, right here right now,
oh, let’s do that again
Hmm, yeah, let’s do that again

We can talk it over
But baby, talk is cheap
So come a little closer
And I’ll show you what I mean

Girl, can you believe it’s already 2 a.m.
No, I don’t need no sleep, let’s do that again
Baby, let’s do that again

(fade out using verse/intro chords)

Hmm, oh, again and again
Let’s do that again
Again and again

There is a lot of picking in this song (not much strumming) not to mention a
plethora of other instruments giving an overwhelming and eerie effect to
the music. But I tried to find the chords as best I could in the’
conglomeration of instruments.

Intro:

|———|-2——————-|-0——-|
|———|-2—pick individual-|-2——-|
|———|-2—strings after—|-3——-| x2
|——2–|-4—the downbeat—-|-0——-|
|–2-4—-|-4——————-|-0——-|
|———|-2——————-|-x——-|

Verse 1

I was there in the [F#m/E]winter of ‘64, camped in the [D/E]ice at Nashville’s [D/F#]door.

Three-hundred miles our [A/Ab]trail had led, we barely had time to [E/C#]bury our dead.

When the yankees charged and the colors fell, Overton Hill was a[E/C#] living hell.

When we called retreat it was almost dark,

I died with a grape-sho[E/C#]t in my heart.

Chorus

Say a prayer for peace, for every f[D/C#]allen son.

Set my spirit free, let me lay [D/C#]down my gun.

Sweet Mother Mar[Bm/C#]y, I’m so tired,

but I can’t come home til th[D/E]e last shot’s fired.

Verse 2

In June[F#m/E] of 1944, I waded in the b[D/E]lood of Omaha’s[D/F#] shore.

Twenty-one and [A/Ab]scared to death, my heart poundin'[E/C#] in my chest.

I almost made the first sea wall, when my friends turned and [E/C#]saw me fall.

I still smell the smoke, I can taste the mud,

as I lay there dying from a [E/C#]loss of blood.

Chorus

Interlude

I’m in the fields of Vietnam, the mountains of Afghanistan,

And I’m still hopin’, waitin’, prayin’ I did not die in vain.

Chorus (reprise)

Say a prayer for peace, for every f[D/C#]allen son.

Set our spirits free, let us la[D/C#]y down our guns.

Sweet Mother Mar[Bm/C#]y, We’re so tired,

but We can’t come home til the[D/E] last shot’s fired.

Til the Last Shot’s Fired.

(closing chorus is a cappella)

Trace Adkins: Marry For Money

Intro:

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B[–3-4-5—3/4—-4—3—2—————0————————-]
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