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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
And everythings the same ol same in Johnsonville
Your stubborn ol daddy aint said too much
But I'm sure you know he sends his love
And she goes on
In a letter from home
I hold it up and show my buddies
Like we aint scared and our boots aint muddy
And they all laugh
Like there's somethin funny bout the way I talk
When I say, Mamma sends her best yall
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
My Dearest Love it's almost dawn
I've been lyin here all night long
Wonderin where you might be
I saw your Mamma and I showed her the ring
Man on the television said something
So I couldn't sleep
But I'll be all right, I'm just missin you
And this is me kissin you
Xs and Os
In a letter from home
I hold it up and show my buddies
Like we aint scared and our boots aint muddy
And they all laugh cause she calls me honey
But they take it hard
Cause I don't read the good parts
I fold 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
Dear son, I know I aint 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
I hold it up and show my buddies
Like we aint scared and our boots aint muddy
But no one laughs
Cause there aint 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