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John Michael Montgomery Letters From Home Letters From Home 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 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 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 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 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 ain�t scared and our boots ain�t muddy But no one laughs �cause there ain�t 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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