[Intro]
C
[Verse 1]
My dearest son it s almost June,
I hope this letter catches up with you,
And finds you well,
It s been dry but they re callin for rain,
Everything s the same ol same,
In Johnsonville,
[Bridge]
Your stuborn old daddy ain t said too much,
But I m sure you know he sends his love,
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And she goes on, in a letter from home,
[Chorus]
I hold it up and show my buddy s like we ain t scared
and our boots ain t muddy, And they all laugh,
Like there s somethin funny bout the way I talk,
When I say mama sends her best ya ll,
I fold it up and put it in my shirt,
Pick up my gun and get back to work,
And it keeps me drivin on,
Waitin on, Letters from home,
[Verse 2]
My dearest love it s almost dawn,
I ve been lyin here all night long,
Wonderin where you might be,
I saw your mama and I showed her the ring,
Man on the television said something,
So I couldn t sleep,
[Bridge]
But I ll be alright I m just missin you,
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And this is me kissin you, X s and O s,
In a letter from home,
[Chorus]
I hold it up and show my buddy s like we ain t scared
and our boots ain t muddy, And they all laugh,
Cause she calls me honey but they take it hard,
Cause I don t read the good part,
I fold it up and put it in my shirt,
Pick up my gun and get back to work,
And it keeps me drivin on,
Waitin on, Letters from home,
[Bridge]
Dear son I know I ain t written,
But sittin here tonight alone in the kitchen it occurs to me,
I might not have said it so I ll say it now,
Son you make me proud,
[Chorus]
I hold it up and show my buddy s like we ain t scared
and our boots ain t muddy, but no one laughs,
Cause there ain t nothin funny when a soldier cries,
And I just wipe my eyes,
I fold it up and put it in my shirt,
Pick up my gun and get back to work,
And it keeps me drivin on,
Waitin on, Letters from home,
