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verse 1
AMy dearest son it's almost June,
I hope this letter catches up with you,
And Dfinds you well,
AIt's been dry but they're callin for rain,
Everything's the same ol' same,
In DJohnsonville,
F#m Your stuborn old dEaddy ain't said too mDuch,
But I'm sure you know he sBmends his love,
And she goes Esuson, E in a letter from hAome,
chorus
DI hold it up and show my buddy's like we ain't scared
and our boots ain't muddy, And tAhey all laugh,
Like there's Esomethin funny bout the way IF#m talk,
When I say mama sends her bDest ya'll,
I fDold it up and put it in my shirt,
Pick up my gun and get back to work,
A And it kEeeps me drivinF#m on,
Waitin oDn, E Letters from hAome,
verse 2
AMy dearest love it's almost dawn,
I've been lyin here all night long,
WonderinD where you might be,
AI saw your mama and I showed her the ring,
Man on the television said something,
DSo I couldn't sleep,
F#m But I'll be alEright I'm just missin Dyou,
And this is me kBmissin you, X's and EsusO's, E
In a letter from hAome,
chorus
DI hold it up and show my buddy's like we ain't scared
and our boots ain't muddy, And Athey all laugh,
Cause she cEalls me honey but they F#mtake it hard,
Cause I don't read the goDod part,
I fDold it up and put it in my shirt,
Pick up my gun and get back to work,
A And it kEeeps me drivinF#m on,
Waitin oDn, E Letters from hAome,
DDear son I know I ain't written,
But Dsittin here tonight alone in the kitchen it ocAcurs to me,
I mEight not have said it so I'll F#msay it now,
Son you make me prDoud,E D
chorus
DI hold it up and show my buddy's like we ain't scared
and our boots ain't muddy, but no oAne laughs,
Cause there aEin't nothin funny when a sF#moldier cries,
And I just wiDpe my eyes,
ID fold it up and put it in my shirt,
Pick up my gun and get back to work,
A And it kEeeps me drivinF#m on,
Waitin oDn, Esus E Letters from hoAme,
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