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The Chicks - Travelin' Soldier (Official Video)
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Natalie Maines
Natalie Maines
Ведущий вокал
Emily Strayer
Emily Strayer
Банджо
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Гитара
Byron House
Byron House
Бас
Adam Steffey
Adam Steffey
Мандолина
Paul Pearcy
Paul Pearcy
Ударные инструменты
Martie Maguire
Martie Maguire
Бэк-вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Bruce Robison
Bruce Robison
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
The Chicks
The Chicks
Продюсер
Lloyd Maines
Lloyd Maines
Продюсер
Gary Paczosa
Gary Paczosa
Миксинг-инженер
Eric Bickel
Eric Bickel
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Doug Sax
Doug Sax
Мастеринг-инженер
Robert Hadley
Robert Hadley
Мастеринг-инженер

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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 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 coming 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 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 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 heads For a list of local Vietnam dead" Crying all alone under the stands Was a piccolo player in the marching band And one name read, and nobody really cared But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair 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 coming" 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 coming home"
Writer(s): Bruce Robison Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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