Capo: 2

Capo 2

^GToday he's past 18, He's waiting for the bus in his army greens. Sat ^Cdown in a booth at a cafe there, Gave his ^Gorder to a girl with a bow in her hair.

He's a little shy so she gave him a smile, And he said "Would you mind sitting down for a while,

And ^Ctalking to me, I'm feeling a little ^Glow." She said "I'm ^Foff in an hour, and ^CI know where we can ^Ggo."

So they ^Gwent down and they sat on the pier, He said "I bet you've got a boyfriend, but I don't care, I've ^Cgot no-one to send a letter to^G. Would you ^Fmind if I sent ^Cone back here to ^Gyou?"

^EmHow I ^Dcried, ^Cnever gonna hold the hand of another g^Guy, Too young for him they told her, ^DWaiting for the love of a travelling soldier. ^EmOur love will never ^Dend, ^CWaiting for the soldier to come back ag^Gain,

Never more to be alone,

When a ^Dletter says a soldier's coming ^Ghome.

So the ^Gletters came from an army camp in California, Then Vietnam, and he ^Ctold her of his heart, It might be love, and ^Gall of the things he was so scared of.

He said "When it's gettin' kinda rough over here, I think of that day sittin' down at the pier,

And I ^Cclose my eyes and see your pretty ^Gsmile. Don't ^Fworry, but I won't be ^Cable to write for a ^Gwhile."

^EmHow I ^Dcried, ^Cnever gonna hold the hand of another g^Guy. Too young for him they told her, ^DWaiting for the love of a travelling soldier. ^EmOur love will never^D end, ^CWaiting for the soldier to come back ag^Gain.

Never more to be alone,

When the ^Dletter says a soldier's coming ^Ghome.

^GINST^CRUME^GNTAL ^C ^G ^F ^C ^G

One ^GFriday night at a football game, The Lord's Prayer said, and the anthem sang, A ^Cman said "Folks, would you bow your heads, For a ^Glist of local Vietnam dead."

Crying all alone under the stands, Was the Piccolo player and the marching band,

And ^Cone name ready, and nobody really ^Gcares, But a ^Fpretty little girl ^Cwith a bow in her ^Ghair.

^EmHow I ^Dcried, ^Cnever gonna hold the hand of another ^Gguy. Too young for him they told her, ^FWaiting for the love of a travelling soldier. ^EmOur love will never ^Dend, ^CWaiting for the soldier to come back ag^Gain.

Never more to be alone,

When the ^Dletter says the soldier's coming ^Ghome.^C ^G

Dixie Chicks - Travelin soldier