Lyrics:

Two days past eighteen**lf**He was waitin'' for the bus in his army greens**lf**Sat down in a booth at a caf? there**lf**Gave his order to the girl with a bow in her hair**lf**He''s a little shy so she gave him a smile**lf**So he said would you mind sittin'' down for a while**lf**And talkin'' to me I''m feelin'' a little low**lf**She said I''m off in an hour and I know where we can go**lf****lf**So they went down and they sat on the pier**lf**He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don''t care**lf**I''ve got no one to send a letter to**lf**Would you mind if I sent one back here to you?**lf****lf**CHORUS:**lf**I cried**lf**Never gonna hold the hand of another guy**lf**Too young for him they told her**lf**Waitin'' for the love of the travelin'' soldier**lf**Our love will never end**lf**Waitin'' for the soldier to come back again**lf**Never more to be alone**lf**When the letter says a soldier''s coming home**lf****lf**So the letters came**lf**From an army camp**lf**In California then Vietnam**lf**And he told his heart**lf**It might be love**lf**And all of the things he was so scared of**lf**Said when it''s gettin kinda tough over here**lf**I think about that day sittin'' down at the pier**lf**And close my eyes and see your pretty smile**lf**Now don''t worry but I won''t be able to write for a while**lf****lf**CHORUS**lf****lf**(Martie''s fiddle break - Emily''s dobro break)**lf****lf**One Friday night at a football game**lf**The Lord''s Prayer said and the anthem sang**lf**A man said folks would you bow your heads**lf**For the list of local Vietnam dead**lf**Cryin'' all alone under the stands**lf**Was the piccolo player in the marching band**lf**And one name read and no one really cared**lf**But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair**lf****lf**CHORUS