Letters From Home
My dear son, it's almost June
\r\nI hope this letter catches up to you, and finds you well
\r\nIts been dry, but they're calling for rain
\r\nAnd every thing's the same old same in Johnson Ville
\r\nYour stubborn old daddy, ain't said too much
\r\nBut I'm sure you know, he sends his love and she goes on
\r\nIn a letter from home
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\r\nI hold it up and show my buddies like
\r\nWe ain't scared and our boots ain't muddy, and they all laugh
\r\nLike there's something funny about the way I talk
\r\nWhen I say, \"Mama sends her best y'all\"
\r\nI fold it up and put it in my shirt
\r\nPick up my gun and get back to work
\r\nAnd it keeps me driving me on
\r\nWaiting on letters from home
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\r\nMy dearest love, its almost dawn
\r\nI've been lying here all night long, wondering where you might be
\r\nI saw your mama and I showed her the ring
\r\nMan on the television said something, so I couldn't sleep
\r\nBut I'll be all right, I'm just missing you
\r\nAnd this is me kissing you
\r\nX's and O's in a letter from home
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\r\nI hold it up and show my buddies
\r\nLike we ain't scared and our boots ain't muddy, and they all laugh
\r\n'Cause she calls me 'Honey', but they take it hard
\r\n'Cause I don't read the good parts
\r\nI fold it up and put it in my shirt
\r\nPick up my gun and get back to work
\r\nAnd it keeps me driving on
\r\nWaiting on letters from home
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\r\nDear son, I know, I ain't written
\r\nSitting here tonight, alone in the kitchen it occurs to me
\r\nI might not have said, so I'll say it now
\r\n\"Son, you make me proud\"
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\r\nI hold it up and show my buddies
\r\nLike we ain't scared and our boots ain't muddy, but no one laughs
\r\n'Cause there ain't nothing funny, when a soldier cries
\r\nAnd I just wipe me eyes
\r\nI fold it up and put it in my shirt
\r\nPick up my gun and get back to work
\r\nAnd it keeps me driving me on
\r\nWaiting on letters from home
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