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John Michael Montgomery Letters From Home Letters From Home My dearest son its almost June I hope this letter catches up with you And finds you well Its been dry but theyre callin for rain And everythings the same ol same In Johnsonville Your stubborn old daddy aint said too much But Im 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 theres something funny bout the way I talk When I say mama 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 its almost dawn Ive 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 couldnt sleep But Ill be alright Im 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 dont read the good parts 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 Dear son I know I aint written Sittin here tonight alone in the kitchen it occurs to me I might not have said it so Ill 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 nothing 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 |
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