| Tow 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 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 but 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 So they went down and sat on the pier
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| He said I bet you got a boyfriend and I don’t care
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| I’ve got no one to send my letters to 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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| My 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 letter says a soldier’s coming home
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| Well 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 talked about his heart
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| It might be love
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| And all of the things he was so scared of Said when it’s gettin kinda tough over here
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| I think about that day sittin' down at the pier
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| And close my eyes I see you pretty smile
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| Now 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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| My 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 letter says 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 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 no one really cared
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| But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair |