Alli Snow (allisnow) wrote,
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Argh, part II

I swear, on the way back to school I must have gotten stuck behind every moron in a 4x4 who apparently forgot where his damned gas pedal was. I mean, it's bad enough when it's a big rig or a little old lady... but a guy in a big ass truck who can't get it up past 50, 55 mph tops?

Then again, it was a Chevy. Phhff.

*breathes*

I'm not much of a Dixie Chicks fan, but I heard this song on the radio last week and thought it was very moving:

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 gives him a smile
And he said, would you mind sittin' 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
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Nevermore to be alone
When the letter said a soldier's coming home

So the letters came from an army camp
In California then Vietnam
And he told her of his heart, might be love,
And all of the things he was so scared of
He said, 'when it's getting 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 a while.'

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
Nevermore to be alone
When the letter said a soldier's coming home

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 list of 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.

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
Nevermore to be alone
When the letter said a soldier's coming home

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
Nevermore to be alone
When the letter said a soldier's coming home
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