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Letters from Home Lyrics

by John Michael Montgomery

"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 calling for rain
And everything's the same ol' same in Johnsonville
Your stubborn old daddy ain't said too much
But, I'm sure you know he sends his love"
And she goes on, in a letter from home

[chorus]
I hold it up and show my buddies
Like we ain't scared and our boots ain't muddy
And they all laugh
Like there's something funny
'Bout the way I talk
When I say, Mama sends her best y'all
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 mama and
I showed her the ring
Man on the television said something
So I couldn't sleep
But I'll be alright
I'm just missin' you
And this is me kissin' you
X's and O's"
In a letter from home

[chorus]
I hold it up and show my buddies
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 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 ain't written
But sittin' here tonight
Alone in the kitchen
It occurs to me
I might not have said this
So I'll say it now
Son you make me proud"

[chorus]
I hold it up and show my buddies
Like we ai'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