My dearest son, its almost June
I hope this letter catches up with you and finds you well
Its been dry but theyre callin for rain
And everythings the same ol in Johnsonville
Your stubborn ol 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 our boots aint muddy
And they all laugh like theres something funny
Bout the way I talk, when mama sends her best yall
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
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My dearest love, its almost dawn
Ive 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 couldnt sleep
But Ill be alright, Im just missin you
And this is me kissin you
Xs and Os in a letter from home
I hold it up and show my buddies
Like we aint scared and our 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
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Dear son, I know I aint written
And sittin 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 our boots aint muddy
But no one laughs
Cause aint 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