Travelin Soldier es una canción escrita por Bruce Robison y popularizada por el grupo Dixie Chicks. Cuenta la historia de la correspondencia entre una joven y un soldado que se conocieron una vez y siguieron comunicándose mientras él estaba destinado en Vietnam. A través de sus cartas, comparten pensamientos y sueños, pero la historia termina de manera trágica con el soldado siendo muerto en acción. La canción refleja temas de amor, anhelo y las ... Ver más [+] duras realidades de la guerra.
Tono: A
A
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
A
He's a little shy so she give him a smile
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And he said would you mind sittin' down for a while
D
A
And talkin' to me, I'm feelin' a little low
G
D
She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go
A
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
D
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I got no one, to send a letter to
G
D
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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
A
Never more to be alone
E
A
When the letter said, a soldier's comin' home
A
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
D
A
And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile
G
D
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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
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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
D
A
And one name read, and nobody really cared
G
D
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But the pretty little girl, with a bow in her hair