John Michael Montgomery Letters From Home Lyrics

Letters From Home Lyrics

My Dear Son, it is almost June,
I hope this letter catches up to you, and
finds you well.
Its been dry but they’re calling 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 y’all."
I fold it up an' put
it in my shirt,
Pick up my gun an' get back to work.
An' it keeps me
driving me on,
Waiting on letters from home.

My Dearest Love, its
almost dawn.
I’ve been lying here all night long wondering 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 all
right, I’m just missing you.
An' this is me kissing you:
XX’s
and OO’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 an' put it
in my shirt,
Pick up my gun an' get back to work.
An' it keeps me driving
me on,
Waiting on letters from home.

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, 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
nothing funny when a soldier cries.
An' I just wipe me eyes.
I fold it up
an' put it in my shirt,
Pick up my gun an' get back to work.
An' it keeps
me driving me on,
Waiting on letters from home.