My Dearest Son, it's almost June
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I hope this letter Catches up with you and finds u well
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It's been dry but they're callin' for rain
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And Everything's the same ol' in Johnsonville
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Your Stubborn ol' daddy ain't said to much
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But I'm sure you know he sends his love
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And she goes on, In a letter from Home
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I hold it up and show my buddies
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Like we ain't scared in our boots
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And our boots ain't muddy
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And they all laugh like there's Something funny
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'bout the way I talk, When mama sends her best ya'll
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I fold it up and put it in my shirt
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Pick up my gun and get back to work
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And it keeps me Drivin' on, Waitin' on
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My dearest love, it's almost dawn
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I've been layin' here all night Long,
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Wonderin' where u might be
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I saw your mama and I showed her the ring
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Man on the Television said
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Something So I couldn't sleep
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But I'll be alright, I'm just Missin' you
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And this is me Kissin' you
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X's and O's In a Letter from Home
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I hold it up and show my buddies
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Like we ain't scared and our boots ain't muddy
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And they all Laugh 'Cause she calls me honey
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But they take it hard, 'Cause I don't read the good parts
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I fold it up and put it in my shirt
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Pick up my gun and get back to work
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And it keeps me Drivin' On, waitn' on
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Dear Son, I know I ain't written
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And sittin' here tonight alone in the kitchen
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It occurs to me I might not have said it, So I'll say it now
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Son, You make me Proud
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I hold it up and show my buddies
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Like we ain't scared and our boots ain't muddy
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But no one Laughs ' Cause ain't nothin'
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Funny when a Soldier Cries, and I just wipe my eyes
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I fold it up and put in my shirt get back to work
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And it keeps me Drivin' on, waitin' on,
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Letters From Home
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| John Michael Montgomery |
