Travelin' Soldier

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
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And talkin' to me I'm feelin' a 
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little low
                G               D 
She said I'm off in an hour and I 
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know where we can go

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So they went down and they sat on 
the pier
He said I bet you got a boyfriend 
but I don't care
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I've got no one to send a letter to
         G               D        
Would you mind if I sent one back 
        A
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
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When the letter says a soldier's 
       A
coming home

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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                         
And close my eyes and see your 
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pretty smile
          G                 D     
Now don't worry but I won't be 
           A
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
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When the letter says a soldier's 
       A
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
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And one name read and nobody really 
cared
      G             D             
But a pretty little girl with a 
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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
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When the letter says a soldier's 
       A
coming home (repete o refrão)

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