G   
Two days past eighteen   
He was waitin' for the bus in his army greens   
     C9   
Sat down in a booth at a cafe there   
          G      
Gave his order to the girl with a bow in her hair   
G  
He's a little shy so she gave him a smile   
So he said would you mind sittin' down for a while   
    C9			               G   
And talkin' to me I'm feelin' a little low   
	      F		        C9		    G   
She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go   
        
     G  
So they went down and they sat on the pier   
He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care   
       C9                          G 
I've got no one to send a letter to   
          F               C9           G 
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you?   
   

[Refrão]
 
Em    D  
I cried  
C9   
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy   
G   
Too young for him they told her   
D                            
Waitin' for the love of the travelin' soldier   
Em                   D 
Our love will never end   
C9                                      G   
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again   
  
Never more to be alone   
D					G   
When the letter says a soldier's coming home 

G   
So the letters came   
From an army camp   
In California then Vietnam   
        C9 
And he told his heart   
It might be love   
      G 
And all of the things he was so scared of   
Said when it's gettin kinda rough over here   
I think about that day sittin' down at the pier   
     C9                                 G 
And close my eyes and see your pretty smile   
            F                   C9                  G 
Now don't worry but I won't be able to write for a while   
   

[Refrão]
 
Em    D  
I cried  
C9   
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy   
G   
Too young for him they told her   
D                            
Waitin' for the love of the travelin' soldier   
Em                   D 
Our love will never end   
C9                                      G   
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again   
  
Never more to be alone   
D					G   
When the letter says a soldier's coming home 
   
   G 
One Friday night at a football game   
The Lord's Prayer said and the anthem sang   
   C9 
A man said folks would you bow your heads   
         G 
For the list of local Vietnam dead   
   G 
Cryin' all alone under the stands   
Was the piccolo player in the marching band   
     C9                               G 
And one name read and no one really cared   
             F           C9            G 
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair   
   

[Refrão]
 
Em    D  
I cried  
C9   
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy   
G   
Too young for him they told her   
D                            
Waitin' for the love of the travelin' soldier   
Em                   D 
Our love will never end   
C9                                      G   
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again   
  
Never more to be alone   
D					G   
When the letter says a soldier's coming home  (2X)