John Michael Montgomery lyrics

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 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 ‘bout the way I talk When I say “mama 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 driving on Waiting on Letters from home. My dearest love, it’s almost dawn I’ve been lying here all night long Wondering where you might be I saw your mama and I showed her the ring. Man on a television said something, so I couldn’t sleep But I’ll be all right, I’m just missing 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 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 driving on Waiting on Letters from home Dear son I know I ain’t written But 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. I hold it up and show my buddies like we ain’t scared and our boots ain’t muddy But no one laughs ‘cause there ain’t nothing funny when a solder 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 driving on Waiting on Letters from home Get This Ringtone

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