Travelin' Soldier
Bruce Robison / Dixie Chicks: Home (2002)
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| Two days past eighteen he was waiting for the bus in his army greens. |
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| Sat | down at a booth in a cafe there, | gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair. |
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| He's a little shy so she gives him a smile and he said "Would you mind |
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| Sittin' down for a while and | talking to me, I'm feeling a little | low?" |
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| She said "I'm | off in an hour and | I know where we can | go." |
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| So they went down and they sat on the pier he said |
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| "I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care I've | got no one to send a letter | to. |
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| Would you | mind if I sent | one back here to | you?" |
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| I cried - | Never gonna hold the hand of another guy! " | Too young for him" they told her - |
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| Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier: | Our love will never end! |
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| Waitin' for the soldier to come back again: | Never more to be alone, |
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| When the letters said, a soldiers coming | home. |
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| So the | letters came from an army camp, in California, then Vietnam. |
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| And he | told her of his heart, might be lovin' all | of this he was so scared of. |
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| He said when things were getting kinda rough over here, I think of that day |
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| Sittin' down at the pier and I | close my eyes and see your pretty | smile |
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| Don't | worry, but I won't be | able to write for a | while. |
| I cried - Never gonna hold the hand of another guy! "Too young for him" they told her - |
| Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier: Our love will never end! |
| Waitin' for the soldier to come back again: Never more to be alone, |
| When the letters said, a soldiers coming home. |
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| It was | friday night at a football game, the Lord's prayer said and the anthem sang. |
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| A | man said: "Folks, would you bow your head for a | list of local Vietnam dead?" |
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| Cryin' all alone under the stands was a piccolo player in the marching band |
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| And | one name read and nobody really | cared - But a | pretty little girl | with a bow in her | hair. |
| I cried - Never gonna hold the hand of another guy! "Too young for him" they told her - |
| Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier: Our love will never end! |
| Waitin' for the soldier to come back again: Never more to be alone, |
| When the letters said, a soldiers coming home. |