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"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 calling for rain,
and everything's the same old same in Johnsonville.
Your stubborn old 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
about 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 driving on, waiting on
letters from home.
My dearest love, it's 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 alright. I'm just missing you.
And this is me kissing you
Xs and Os 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 because she calls me honey,
but they take it hard, because 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 driving on, waiting on
letters from home
Dear son, I know I ain't written.
And sitting 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 because there ain't nothing
funny when a soldier cries. 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 driving on, waiting on
letters from home.