(Bruce Robison)
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Two days past eighteen
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He was waitin' for the bus in his army greens
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Sat down in a booth a cafe there
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Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair
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He's a little shy but so she gave him a smile
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So he said would you mind sittin' down for a while
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And talkin' to me I'm feelin' a little low
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She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go
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So they went down and they sat on the pier
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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
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Would you mind if I sent one back here to you
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I cried
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Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
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Too young for him they told her
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Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
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Our love will never end
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Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
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Never more to be alone
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When the letters say a soldier's coming home
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So the letters came
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From an army camp
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In California then Vietnam
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And he told her of his heart
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It might be love
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And all of the things he was so scared of
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Said when it's gettin kinda rough over here
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I think of that day sittin' down at the pier
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And I close my eyes and I see you pretty smile
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Don't worry but I won't be able to write for a while
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I cried
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Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
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Too young for him they told her
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Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
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Our love will never end
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Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
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Never more to be alone
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When the letters say a soldier's coming home
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One Friday night at a football game
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The Lord's Prayer said and the anthem sang
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The man said folks would you bow your heads
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For the list of local Vietnam dead
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Crying all alone under the stands
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Was a piccolo player in the marching band
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And one name read and nobody really cared
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But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair
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Travelin' Soldier
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Ty England |