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' in Johnsonville
 Your stubborn ol' 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, "Mamma 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
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 My dearest love, it's almost dawn
 I've been layin' 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
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 Dear son, I know I ain't written
 And 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"
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 I hold it up and show my buddies
 Like we ain't scared and our boots ain't muddy
 But no one laughs
 'Cause ain't nothin' funny when a soldier cries
 And I just wipe my eyes
 I fold it up and put in my shirt
 Pick up my gun and get back to work
 And it keeps me drivin' on, waitin' on
 Letters from home