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 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 are boots ain't muddy

And they all laugh like there's something funny bout the way I talk

When I say momma 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 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 all right I'm just missin' you

And this is me kissing 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 are 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

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 are boots ain't muddy

But no one laughs cause there ain't nothing 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