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Home Free - Travelin' Soldier
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INTERPRÉTATION
Home Free
Home Free
Interprète
Tim Foust
Tim Foust
Voix principales
Robert Lundquist
Robert Lundquist
Voix principales
Matthew Austin Brown
Matthew Austin Brown
Voix principales
Adam Ray
Adam Ray
Voix principales
Adam Rupp
Adam Rupp
Voix principales
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Bruce Robison
Bruce Robison
Paroles/Composition
Home Free
Home Free
Arrangement
Deke Sharon
Deke Sharon
Arrangement
Chris Chatham
Chris Chatham
Arrangement
Tim Foust
Tim Foust
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PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Darren Rust
Darren Rust
Production

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Two days past eighteen She was waiting for the bus in her army greens Sat down in a booth in a cafe nearby Gave her order to a guy in a thin black tie She's a little shy so he give her a smile And she said would you mind sittin' down for a while And talking to me, I'm feeling a little low He said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go So they went down and they sat on the pier Said I bet you got a girlfriend but I don't care I got no one to send a letter to Would you mind if I sent one back here to you I cried You'll never wanna 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 Never more to be alone when the letter says A soldier's coming home So the letters came once a week at least From Oklahoma then the MIddle East And she told him of her heart It might be love and all of the things she was so scared of She said when it's getting kinda rough over here I think of that day sittin' down at the pier And I close my eyes and see your handsome smile Don't worry but I won't be able to write for a while I cried You'll never wanna 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 Never more to be alone when the letter says A soldier's coming home One Friday night at a football game The Lord's Prayer said and the anthem sang A man said folks would you bow your head For the list of the local Army dead Crying all alone under the stands Was the piccolo player in the marching band And one name read and nobody really cried But a single guy in a thin black tie I cried You're 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 Never more to be alone when the letter says A soldier's coming I cried You're 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 Never more to be alone when the letter says A soldier's coming home
Writer(s): Bruce Robison Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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