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Dixie Chicks
Travelling Soldier
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'Standard E tuning
Verse 1
Two days past 18
He was waiting for a bus in his army greens,
Sat down at a booth, at a cafe there
Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair
He's a little shy, so she give him a smile,
And he said "Would you mind sitting down for a while,
And talking to me, I'm feeling a little
low?"
She said "I'm off in an hour, and I know where we can go."
Chorus:
I cried
I'm never gonna hold the hand of another guy,
"too young, for him!" they told her
Waiting for the love of a travelling soldier,
Our love will never end,
Waiting for the soldier to come back again,
Never more to be alone,
When the letter says " A soldier is coming
Home"
Verse 2:
So the letters came from an army camp,
In california, then Viet-Nam,
And he told her of his heart: He might be in love,
And all the things he was so scared of
He said "When it's getting kinda rough over here,
I think of that day sitting down at the peir,
And I close my eyes, and see your pretty
Smile,
Now don't worry, but I won't be able to write for a while.
Chorus:
I cried
I'm never gonna hold the hand of another guy,
"too young, for him!" they told her
Waiting for the love of a travelling soldier,
Our love will never end,
Waiting for the soldier to come back again,
Never more to be alone,
When the letter says " A soldier is coming
Home"
12 bar Instrumental break:
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Verse 3:
One friday night at a football game,
The lord's prayer said, and the anthem sang,
And a man said "Folk's, would you bow your head,
For I list a local, Viet-Nam Dead
Crying all alone, under the stand,
Was a piccolo player in the marching band
And one name read, and nobody really
cared,
But a prettly little girl, with a bow in her hair
Chorus:
I cried
I'm never gonna hold the hand of another guy,
"too young, for him!" they told her
Waiting for the love of a travelling soldier,
Our love will never end,
Waiting for the soldier to come back again,
Never more to be alone,
When the letter says " A soldier is coming..."
I cried,
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy,
"too young, for him!" they told her
Waiting for the love of a travelling soldier,
Our love will never end,
Waiting for the soldier to come back again,
Never more to be alone,
When the letter says " A soldier is coming
home"
Outro: (fade)
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