Karaoké Letters From Home John Michael Montgomery

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 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 'bout the way I talk

When I say mamma sends her best y'all

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 mamma 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 'cos she calls me honey

But they take it hard 'cos 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

I'm 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 'cos there's 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