Two days past 18 | He was waitin' on a bus in his army greens | Sat down in a booth in a café there
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Two days past 18 | He was waitin' on a bus in his army greens | Sat down in a booth in a café there
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Two days past 18 He was waitin' on a bus in his army greens Sat down in a booth in a café there Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair He's a little shy, so she gave him a smile He said, "Would you mind sittin' down for a while And talkin' to me? I'm feelin' pretty low" She said, "I'm off in an hour and I know a place we can go" So, they went down and sat on the pier He said, "I bet you got a boyfriend, but I don't care 'Cause I got no one, to send back a letter to Would you mind if I sent one back here to you?" I, I, I cried Never gonna hold the hand of another guy Too young for him, they told her Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier Our love will never end Waitin' for the soldier to come back again Nevermore be alone When the letter says, "A soldier's comin' home" So the letters came from an army camp In California then Vietnam And he told her of his heart, it might be love All of the things he was so scared of He said, "When it's gettin' kinda rough over here I sit and think about that day on the pier And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile Don't worry, but I won't be able to write for a while" I, I, I cried Never gonna hold the hand of another guy Too young for him, they told her Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier Our love will never end Waitin' for the soldier to come back again Nevermore to be alone When the letter says, "A soldier's comin' home" One Friday night, at a football game The Lord's Prayer said and the anthem sang And a man said, "Folks, would you bow your heads For a list of the local Vietnam dead?" Cryin' all alone underneath the stands Was a piccolo player in the marchin' band And one name read, and nobody really cared Except that pretty little girl with a bow in her hair I, I, I cried Never gonna hold the hand of another guy Too young for him, they told her Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier Our love will never end Waitin' for the soldier to come back again Nevermore to be alone When the letter says, "A soldier's comin' home" When the letter says, "A soldier's comin' home"
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