Posted by shyla at 6:06am Oct 5 '04It's country so I'm guessing that automatically gets a lot of boos here, but I like it.....
My Dear Son, it is almost June,
I hope this letter catches up to you, and finds you well.
Its been dry but theyâ≢re calling for rain,
And everything's the same olâ≢ same in Johnsonville.
Your stubborn 'ol Daddy ainâ≢t said too much,
But Iâ≢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 ainâ≢t scared and our boots ainâ≢t muddy, and they all laugh,
Like thereâ≢s something funny boutâ≢ the way I talk,
When I say: "Mama sends her best yâ≢all."
I fold it up an' put it in my shirt,
Pick up my gun an' get back to work.
An' it keeps me driving me on,
Waiting on letters from home.
My Dearest Love, its almost dawn.
Iâ≢ve been lying here all night long wondering where you might be.
I saw your Mama and I showed her the ring.
Man on the television said something so I couldnâ≢t sleep.
But Iâ≢ll be all right, Iâ≢m just missing you.
An' this is me kissing you:
XXâ≢s and OOâ≢s,
In a letter from home.
I hold it up and show my buddies,
Like we ainâ≢t scared and our boots ainâ≢t muddy, and they all laugh,
'Cause she calls me "Honey", but they take it hard,
'Cause I donâ≢t read the good parts.
I fold it up an' put it in my shirt,
Pick up my gun an' get back to work.
An' it keeps me driving me on,
Waiting on letters from home.
Dear Son, I know I ainâ≢t written,
But sittin' here tonight, alone in the kitchen, it occurs to me,
I might not have said, so Iâ≢ll say it now:
Son, you make me proud.
I hold it up and show my buddies,
Like we ainâ≢t scared and our boots ainâ≢t muddy, but no one laughs,
'Cause there ainâ≢t nothing funny when a soldier cries.
An' I just wipe me eyes.
I fold it up an' put it in my shirt,
Pick up my gun an' get back to work.
An' it keeps me driving me on,
Waiting on letters from home.
My Dear Son, it is almost June,
I hope this letter catches up to you, and finds you well.
Its been dry but theyâ≢re calling for rain,
And everything's the same olâ≢ same in Johnsonville.
Your stubborn 'ol Daddy ainâ≢t said too much,
But Iâ≢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 ainâ≢t scared and our boots ainâ≢t muddy, and they all laugh,
Like thereâ≢s something funny boutâ≢ the way I talk,
When I say: "Mama sends her best yâ≢all."
I fold it up an' put it in my shirt,
Pick up my gun an' get back to work.
An' it keeps me driving me on,
Waiting on letters from home.
My Dearest Love, its almost dawn.
Iâ≢ve been lying here all night long wondering where you might be.
I saw your Mama and I showed her the ring.
Man on the television said something so I couldnâ≢t sleep.
But Iâ≢ll be all right, Iâ≢m just missing you.
An' this is me kissing you:
XXâ≢s and OOâ≢s,
In a letter from home.
I hold it up and show my buddies,
Like we ainâ≢t scared and our boots ainâ≢t muddy, and they all laugh,
'Cause she calls me "Honey", but they take it hard,
'Cause I donâ≢t read the good parts.
I fold it up an' put it in my shirt,
Pick up my gun an' get back to work.
An' it keeps me driving me on,
Waiting on letters from home.
Dear Son, I know I ainâ≢t written,
But sittin' here tonight, alone in the kitchen, it occurs to me,
I might not have said, so Iâ≢ll say it now:
Son, you make me proud.
I hold it up and show my buddies,
Like we ainâ≢t scared and our boots ainâ≢t muddy, but no one laughs,
'Cause there ainâ≢t nothing funny when a soldier cries.
An' I just wipe me eyes.
I fold it up an' put it in my shirt,
Pick up my gun an' get back to work.
An' it keeps me driving me on,
Waiting on letters from home.