A
Two days past eighteen
He was waitin' for the bus in his army greens
D
Sat down in a booth at a cafe there
A
Gave his order to the girl with a bow in her hair
He's a little shy so she gave him a smile
So he said would you mind sittin' down for a while
        D                       A
And talkin' to me I'm feelin' a little low
                G               D               A
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
He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care
D                                A
I've 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                         E7
Waitin' for the love of the 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               E7                      A
When the letter says a soldier's coming home

A
So the letters came
From an army camp
In California then Vietnam
D
And he told his heart
It might be love
A
And all of the things he was so scared of
Said when it's gettin kinda rough over here
I think about that day sittin' down at the pier
    D                          A
And close my eyes and see your pretty smile
          G                 D                A
Now 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                         E7
Waitin' for the love of the 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               E7                      A
When the letter says a soldier's coming home

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A
One Friday night at a football game
The Lord's Prayer said and the anthem sang
D
A man said folks would you bow your heads
A
For the list of local Vietnam dead
Cryin' all alone under the stands
Was the piccolo player in the marching band
    D                        A
And one name read and nobody really cared
      G             D               A
But a 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                         E7
Waitin' for the love of the 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               E7                      A
When the letter says a soldier's coming home (repete o refrão)

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