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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Chicks
The Chicks
Performer
Natalie Maines
Natalie Maines
Vocals
Emily Strayer
Emily Strayer
Background Vocals
Martie Maguire
Martie Maguire
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bruce Robison
Bruce Robison
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Natalie Maines
Natalie Maines
Producer
Emily Strayer
Emily Strayer
Producer
Martie Maguire
Martie Maguire
Producer
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Executive Producer
Stewart Bennett
Stewart Bennett
Recording Engineer
Kirk Shreiner
Kirk Shreiner
Recording Engineer
Ryan Hewitt
Ryan Hewitt
Mixing Engineer
Howard Willing
Howard Willing
Mixing Engineer
Will DuPerier
Will DuPerier
Assistant Engineer
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Stewart Whitmore
Stewart Whitmore
Mastering Engineer

Letra

Two days past eighteen He was waiting for the bus in his army green Sat down in a booth in a café there Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair He's a little shy, so she give him a smile And he said, " Would you mind sittin' down for a while And talkin' to me, I'm feeling a little low" She said, "I'm off in an hour, and I know where we can go" So they went down, and they sat on the pier He said, "I bet you got a boyfriend, but I don't care I've got no one to send a letter to Would you mind if I sent one back here to you?" I-I-I cried 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 said "A soldier's comin' home" So the letters came from an army camp In California then Vietnam And he told her of his heart, it might be love And all of the things he was so scared of He said, "When it's gettin' kinda rough over here I think of that day sittin' down at the pier And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile Don't worry, but I won't be able to write for awhile" I-I-I cried 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 said "A soldier's comin' 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 heads For a listed local Vietnam dead" Crying all alone under the stands Was a piccolo player in the marching band And one name Red, and nobody really cared But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair I-I-I cried 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 comin'... " I-I-I cried 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 letters says "A soldier's comin' home"
Writer(s): Bruce Robison Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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