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                                Dixie Chicks
                             Travelling Soldier
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'Standard E tuning

Verse 1
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Two days past 18
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He was waiting for a bus in his army greens,
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Sat down at a booth, at a cafe there
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Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair

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He's a little shy, so she give him a smile,
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And he said "Would you mind sitting down for a while,
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And talking to me, I'm feeling a little 
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low?"

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She said "I'm off in an hour, and I know where we can go."
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Chorus:

Em
I cried
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I'm never gonna hold the hand of another guy,
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"too young, for him!" they told her
D
Waiting for the love of a travelling soldier,
Em
Our love will never end,
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Waiting for the soldier to come back again,
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Never more to be alone,
D
When the letter says " A soldier is coming
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Home"
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Verse 2:
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So the letters came from an army camp,
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In california, then Viet-Nam,
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And he told her of his heart: He might be in love,
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And all the things he was so scared of

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He said "When it's getting kinda rough over here,
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I think of that day sitting down at the peir,
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And I close my eyes, and see your pretty 
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Smile,

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Now don't worry, but I won't be able to write for a while.
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Chorus:

Em
I cried
C
I'm never gonna hold the hand of another guy,
G
"too young, for him!" they told her
D
Waiting for the love of a travelling soldier,
Em
Our love will never end,
C
Waiting for the soldier to come back again,
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Never more to be alone,
D
When the letter says " A soldier is coming
G
Home"


12 bar Instrumental break:
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Verse 3:
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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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And a man said "Folk's, would you bow your head,
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For I list a local, Viet-Nam Dead

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Crying all alone, under the stand,
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Was a piccolo player in the marching band
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And one name read, and nobody really
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cared,

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But a prettly little girl, with a bow in her hair
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Chorus:

Em
I cried
C
I'm never gonna hold the hand of another guy,
G
"too young, for him!" they told her
D
Waiting for the love of a travelling soldier,
Em
Our love will never end,
C
Waiting for the soldier to come back again,
G
Never more to be alone,
D
When the letter says " A soldier is coming..."
Em
I cried,
C
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy,
G
"too young, for him!" they told her
D
Waiting for the love of a travelling soldier,
Em
Our love will never end,
C
Waiting for the soldier to come back again,
G
Never more to be alone,
D
When the letter says " A soldier is coming
G
home"

Outro: (fade)
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