G
One Friday night at a football game,
the Lord's Prayer said and the anthem sung,
C
a man said Folks would you bow your head
G
for the list of local Vietnam dead.
G
Crying all alone under the stands
was the piccolo player in the marching band,
C G
and one name read and nobody really cared,
F C G
but a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair.
Em (D) C
I...... cried, never gonna hold the hand of another guy,
G
too young for him they told her,
D
waiting for the love of the travelin' soldier.
Em
Our love will never end,
C
waiting for the soldier to come back again,
G D
never more to be alone when the letter says,
G
my soldier's coming home.
Em (D) C
I...... cried, never gonna hold the hand of another guy,
G
too young for him they told her,
D
waiting for the love of the travelin' soldier.
Em
Our love will never end,
C
waiting for the soldier to come back again,
G D
never more to be alone when the letter says,
G
my soldier's coming home.