Travelin' Soldier taby ukulele według Dixie Chicks

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Two days past eighteen
He was waitin' for the bus in his army greens
D
Sat down in a booth at a café there
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Gave his order to the girl with a bow in her hair

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He's a little shy so she gave him a smile
And 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
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?

Gbm
I cried
D
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 the travelin' soldier
Gbm
Our love will never end
D
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
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Never more to be alone
           E             E7               A
When the letter said a soldier's coming home

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So the letters came from an army camp
in California, then Vietnam
        D
And he told her of his heart. It might be love
     A
And all of the things he was so scared of

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Said "When it's gettin kinda rough over here
I think about that day sittin' down at the pier
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And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile
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Now don't worry but I won't be able to write for a while".

Gbm
I cried
D
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
A
Too young for him they told her
E                         E7
Waitin' for the love of the travelin' soldier
Gbm
Our love will never end
D
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
A
Never more to be alone
           E             E7               A
When the letter said a soldier's coming home

A
One Friday night at a football game
The Lord's Prayer said and the anthem sang
  D
A man said folks would you bow your heads
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For the list of local Vietnam dead
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Cryin' all alone under the stands
Was the 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

Gbm 
I cried
D
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
A
Too young for him they told her
E                         E7
Waitin' for the love of the travelin' soldier
Gbm
Our love will never end
D
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
A
Never more to be alone
           E             E7
When the letter said a soldier's coming...

Gbm 
I cried
D
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
A
Too young for him they told her
E                         E7
Waitin' for the love of the travelin' soldier
Gbm
Our love will never end
D
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
A
Never more to be alone
           E             E7               A
When the letter said a soldier's coming home