Travelin` Soldier

<br>Two days past eighteen<br>He was waitin` for the bus in his army greens<br>Sat down in a booth at a caf there<br>Gave his order to the girl with a bow in her hair<br>He`s a little shy so she gave him a smile<br>So he said would you mind sittin` down for a while<br>And talkin` to me I`m feelin` a little low<br>She said I`m off in an hour and I know where we can go<br><br>So they went down and they sat on the pier<br>He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don`t care<br>I`ve got no one to send a letter to<br>Would you mind if I sent one back here to you?<br><br>CHORUS:<br>I cried<br>Never gonna hold the hand of another guy<br>Too young for him they told her<br>Waitin` for the love of the travelin` soldier<br>Our love will never end<br>Waitin` for the soldier to come back again<br>Never more to be alone<br>When the letter says a soldier`s coming home<br><br>So the letters came<br>From an army camp<br>In California then Vietnam<br>And he told his heart<br>It might be love<br>And all of the things he was so scared of<br>Said when it`s gettin kinda tough over here<br>I think about that day sittin` down at the pier<br>And close my eyes and see your pretty smile<br>Now don`t worry but I won`t be able to write for a while<br><br>CHORUS<br><br>(Martie`s fiddle break - Emily`s dobro break)<br><br>One Friday night at a football game<br>The Lord`s Prayer said and the anthem sang<br>A man said folks would you bow your heads<br>For the list of local Vietnam dead<br>Cryin` all alone under the stands<br>Was the piccolo player in the marching band<br>And one name read and no one really cared<br>But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair<br><br>CHORUS