Travelin Soldier

A
 Two days past eighteen
       A
He was waitin' for the bus in his army green
     D
Sat down in a booth, in a cafe there
            A
He gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair

A
He's a little shy so she give him a smile
      A
And he said would you mind sittin' down for a while
    D                                  A
And talkin' to me, I'm feelin' a little low
            G                 D
She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go

         A
So they went down and they sat on the pier
         A
He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care
  D                          A
I got no one, to send a letter to
        G              D          A
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you

F#m
 I cried
D
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
A
Too young, for him they told her
E
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
F#m
Our love will never end
D
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
A
Never more to be alone
         E                             A
When the letter said, a soldier's comin' home

         A
So the letters came from an army camp
   A
In California then Afghanistan
        D
And he told her of his heart, it might be love
    A
And all of the things that he was so scared of

   A
He said when it's gettin' kinda rough over here
   A
I think of that day sittin' down at the pier
       D                              A
And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile
G                       D                    A
Don't worry but I won't be able to write for a while

F#m
I cried
D
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
A
Too young, for him they told her
E
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
F#m
Our love will never end
D
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
A
Never more to be alone
        E                               A
When the letter said, a soldier's comin' home

    A
One Friday night at a football game
    A
The Lord's Prayer said and the anthem sang
  D
A man said "Folks, would you bow your head
   A
To a list of local soldiers dead"

A
Cryin' all alone under the stands
      A
Was a piccolo player in the marchin' band
   D                                A
And one name read, and nobody really cared
        G              D              A
But the pretty little girl, with a bow in her hair

F#m
I cried
D
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
A
Too young, for him they told her
E
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
F#m
Our love will never end
D
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
A
Never more to be alone
         E
When the letter said, a soldier's comin'...

F#m
I cried
D
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
A
Too young, for him they told her
E
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
F#m
Our love will never end
D
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
A
Never more to be alone
         E                             A
When the letter said, a soldier's comin' home

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