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My dearest son its almost June
I hope this letter catches up with you, and finds you well
its been dry but theyre calling for rain
and everythings the same old 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 are boots aint muddy
and they all laugh like theres something funny bout the way I talk
when I say momma 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 dri
vin on
waitin on, letters from home

My dearest love its almost dawn
I been lying here all night long
wonderin where you might be
I saw your momma and I showed her the ring
man on the television said some things, so I couldnt sleep
but Ill be all right I'm just missin' you
and this is me kissing you
X's and O's, in a letter from home
I hold it up and show my buddies
like we aint scared and are 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
and sitting 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 are boots aint muddy
but no one laughs, cause there aint 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