John Michael Montgomery
"Letters From Home"

My Dearest Son, it's almost June
I hope this letter Catches up with you and finds u well
it's been dry but they're callin' for rain
and Everything's the same ol' in Johnsonville
Your Stubborn ol' daddy ain't said to much
but I'm sure you know he sends his love
And she goes on, In a letter from Home

Chours

I hold it up and show my buddies
like we ain't scared in our boots
and our boots ain't muddy
And they all laugh like there's Something funny
'bout the way i talk, When 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 Drivin' on, Waitin' on
Letters from home

My dearest love, it's almost dawn
I've been layin' here all night Long,
Wonderin' where u 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 Missin' you
And this is me Kissin' you
X's and O's In a Letter from Home

Chours

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, waitn' on
Letters from home

Dear Son, I know i ain't written
And 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

Chours

I hold it up and show my buddies
like we ain't scared and our boots ain't muddy
But no one Laughs ' Cause ain't nothin'
funny when a Soldier Cries, and I just wipe my eyes
I fold it up and put in my shirt get back to work
And it keeps me Drivin' on, waitin' on,
Letters from home