Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Natalie Maines
Lead Vocals
Emily Strayer
Banjo
Bryan Sutton
Guitar
Byron House
Bass
Adam Steffey
Mandolin
Paul Pearcy
Percussion
Martie Maguire
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bruce Robison
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Chicks
Producer
Lloyd Maines
Producer
Gary Paczosa
Mixing Engineer
Eric Bickel
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Doug Sax
Mastering Engineer
Robert Hadley
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Two days past eighteen
He was waiting for the bus in his army greens
Sat down in a booth in a café there
Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair
He's a little shy, so she gives him a smile
And he said, "Would you mind sittin' down for a while
And talkin' to me? I'm feeling a little low"
She said, "I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go"
[Verse 2]
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 sent one back here to you?"
[Verse 3]
I cried, never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him, they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone, when the letter said
"A soldier's coming home"
[Verse 4]
So the letters came from an army camp
In California, then Vietnam and he told her of his heart
It might be love and all of the things 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 awhile"
[Verse 5]
I cried, never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone, when the letter said
"A soldier's coming home"
[Verse 6]
One Friday night, at a football game
The Lord's prayer said and the anthem sang
A man said folks would you bow your heads
For a listed local Vietnam dead
Crying all alone, under the stands
Was a piccolo player in the marching band
And one name read and nobody really cared
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair
[Verse 7]
I cried, never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him, they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone, when the letter says
"A soldier's coming..."
[Verse 8]
I cried, never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone, when the letters says
"A soldier's coming home"
Written by: Bruce Robison