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 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 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

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

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

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'

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