Bruce Robison plays in B.
The Dixie Chicks play in A.
I play in G capo 5.
| G |
| G |
| Two days past 18 |
| G | |
| He was | waiting for a bus in his army greens |
| C | |
| Sat | down at a booth at a cafe there |
| G | |
| Gave his | order to a girl with a bow in her hair |
| G |
| He’s a little shy so she give him a smile |
| G | |
| And he | said would you mind sitting down for a while |
| C | G | |
| And | talking to me, I’m feeling a little | low? |
| F | C | G | |
| She said I’m | off in an hour and | I know where we can | go |
| G |
| G | |
| So | they went down and they sat on the pier |
| G | |
| He said I | bet you got a boyfriend but I don’t care, I’ve |
| C | G |
| Got no one to send a letter | to |
| F | C | G | |
| Would you | mind if I sent | one back here to | you? |
| Em |
| I cried |
| C |
| Never gonna hold the hand of another |
| G |
| Guy, too young for him they told her |
| D |
| Waiting for the love of a travelin’ soldier |
| Em |
| Our love will never end |
| C |
| Waiting for the soldier to come back |
| G | |
| A | gain, never more to be alone |
| D | G | |
| When the | letter says a soldier’s coming | home |
| G |
| G | |
| So the | letters came from an army camp |
| G | |
| In | California then Vietnam |
| C | |
| And he | told her of his heart, he might be in love |
| G | |
| And | all the things he was so scared of |
| G | |
| He | said when it’s getting kinda rough over here |
| G | |
| I | think of that day sitting down at the pier |
| C | G | |
| And I | close my eyes and see your pretty | smile |
| F | C | G | |
| Don’t | worry but I won’t be | able to write for a | while |
| Em |
| I cried |
| C |
| Never gonna hold the hand of another |
| G |
| Guy, too young for him they told her |
| D |
| Waiting for the love of a travelin’ soldier |
| Em |
| Our love will never end |
| C |
| Waiting for the soldier to come back |
| G | |
| A | gain, never more to be alone |
| D | G | |
| When the | letter says a soldier’s coming | home |
Solo on verse chords if appropriate
| G | |
| One | Friday night at a football game |
| G | |
| The | lord’s prayer said and the anthem sang |
| C | |
| And a | man said folks would you bow your head |
| G | |
| For a | list of local Vietnam dead |
| G |
| G |
| Crying all alone under the stand |
| G | |
| Was a | piccolo player in the marching band |
| C | G | |
| And | one name read and nobody really | cared |
| F | C | G | |
| But a | pretty little girl | with a bow in her | hair |
| Em |
| I cried |
| C |
| Never gonna hold the hand of another |
| G |
| Guy, too young for him they told her |
| D |
| Waiting for the love of a travelin’ soldier |
| Em |
| Our love will never end |
| C |
| Waiting for the soldier to come back |
| G | |
| A | gain, never more to be alone |
| D | G | |
| When the | letter says a soldier’s coming | home |
| Em |
| I cried |
| C |
| Never gonna hold the hand of another |
| G |
| Guy, too young for him they told her |
| D |
| Waiting for the love of a travelin’ soldier |
| Em |
| Our love will never end |
| C |
| Waiting for the soldier to come back |
| G | |
| A | gain, never more to be alone |
| D | G | |
| When the | letter says a soldier’s coming | home |
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| G | C |