Floyd Domino piano John Ludwick bass Ron Pangborne drums Rich Brotherton guitar Lloyd Maines steel guitar Kelly Willis background vocals http://brucerobison.com/ 4x Two days past eighteen He was waiting for the bus in his army greens Sat down in a booth in a cafe there Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair He's a little shy so she gave him a smile So he said would you mind sitting down for a while And talking to me I'm feeling a little low She said I'm off in an hour And I know where we can go 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 I cried never gonna hold the hand of another guy Too young for him they told her Waiting for the love of the travellin soldier My love will never end Waiting for the soldier to come back again Never more to be alone when the letter says My soldiers coming home The letters came from an army camp In California and Viet Nam 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 getting kinda tough over here I think of that day sitting 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 I cried never gonna hold the hand of another guy Too young for him they told her Waiting for the love of the travellin soldier My love will never end Waiting for the soldier to come back again Never more to be alone when the letter says My soldiers coming home SOLO One Friday night at a football game The lords prayer said and the anthem sang The man said Folks would you bow your head For the list of local Viet Name dead Crying all alone under the stands Was the picolo player in the marching band And one name read nobody really cared But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair I cried never gonna hold the hand of another guy Too young for him they told her Waiting for the love of the travellin soldier My love will never end Waiting for the soldier to come back again Never more to be alone when the letter says My soldiers coming I cried never gonna hold the hand of another guy Too young for him they told her Waiting for the love of the travellin soldier My love will never end Waiting for the soldier to come back again Never more to be alone when the letter says My soldiers coming home From Bruce Robison "Bruce Robison" Vireo Records 1995 Bruce Robison Music(BMI)