My dearest son its 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 the same ole 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 momma sends her best ya'll, 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
My dearest love its almost dawn, i've been lying here all night long wonderin' where you might be.
I saw your momma and I showed her the ring. Man on the television said some things so I couldn't sleep, but i'll be alright im just missing you, and 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 cos she called me hunny 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 driving on....waiting on....letters from home.
Dear son I know I ain't written, i'm sitting here tonight alone in the kitchen it occurs to me I might not've 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 ain't nothing funny when a soldier cries. 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 driving on....waiting on.......letters from home.
