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 every thing is the same ol' same in Johnsonville
Your stubburn 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 somethin' funny
'Bout the way I talk
When I say "Mamma 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 all right 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
But 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 aint scared and our boots aint muddy
But no one laughs cause there aint 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

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