Aaron Lewis – Travelin Soldier (Guitar)

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 Two days past eighteen

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He was waitin' for the bus in his army green

     D
Sat down in a booth, in a cafe there

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He 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

      A
And he said would you mind sittin' down for a while

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And talkin' to me, I'm feelin' a little low

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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

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He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care

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I got no one, to send a letter to

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Would you mind if I sent one back here to you

F#m
 I cried

D
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy

A
Too young, for him they told her

E
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier

F#m
Our love will never end

D
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again

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Never more to be alone

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When the letter said, a soldier's comin' home

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So the letters came from an army camp

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In California then Afghanistan

        D
And he told her of his heart, it might be love

    A
And all of the things that he was so scared of

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He said when it's gettin' kinda rough over here

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I think of that day sittin' down at the pier

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And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile

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Don't worry but I won't be able to write for a while

F#m
I cried

D
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy

A
Too young, for him they told her

E
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier

F#m
Our love will never end

D
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again

A
Never more to be alone

        E                               A
When the letter said, a soldier's comin' home

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One Friday night at a football game

    A
The Lord's Prayer said and the anthem sang

  D
A man said "Folks, would you bow your head

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To a list of local soldiers dead"

A
Cryin' all alone under the stands

      A
Was a piccolo player in the marchin' band

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And one name read, and nobody really cared

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But the pretty little girl, with a bow in her hair

F#m
I cried

D
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy

A
Too young, for him they told her

E
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier

F#m
Our love will never end

D
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again

A
Never more to be alone

         E
When the letter said, a soldier's comin'...

F#m
I cried

D
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy

A
Too young, for him they told her

E
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier

F#m
Our love will never end

D
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again

A
Never more to be alone

         E                             A
When the letter said, a soldier's comin' home