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Just like the Dixie Chicks song, it always brings a tear.
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Two days past eighteen
He was waiting for the bus in his Army green
Sat down in a booth at a cafe there
Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair
She’s a little shy so she gives him a smile
And he says ‘Would you mind sittin’ down for a while
And talkin’ to me? I’m feelin’ a little low…’
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 -
I got no one to send a letter to…
Would you mind if I send one back here to you?’
So the letters came from an Army camp in California, then Vietnam
And he told her of his heart, that might be love
And all of the things that 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 a while.’
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I cried, never gonna hold the hand of another guy
‘Too young for him,’ they told her, waitin’ for the love of the travelin’ soldier
Our love will never end, waitin’ for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone, when the letter says the soldier’s coming home.
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One Friday night at a football game
The Lord’s Prayer said and the anthem sang
A man spoke up, would you bow your heads
For a list of local Vietnam dead?
Crying all alone under the stands
Was a piccolo player from the marching band
And one name read, but nobody really cared
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair.
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I cried, never gonna hold the hand of another guy
‘Too young for him,’ they told her, waitin’ for the love of the travelin’ soldier
Our love will never end, waitin’ for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone, when the letter says the soldier’s coming home.

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