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,
Everything's the same ol' same,
In Johnsonville,
(bridge)
Your stuborn old daddy ain't said too much,
But I'm sure you know he sends his love,
Esus E A
I hold it up and show my buddy's like we ain't scared
and our boots ain't muddy, And they all laugh,
Like there's somethin funny bout the way I talk,
When I say mama sends her best ya'll,
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,
(verse 2)
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,
(bridge)
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 buddy's 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 part,
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,
(bridge)
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 it so I'll say it now,
Son you make me proud,
(chorus)
I hold it up and show my buddy's like we ain'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,