Letters from Home

Letters From Home - Knightsbridge

My Dear Son it is almost June

I hope this letter catches up to you and finds you well

It's been dry but they're calling for rain

And everything's the same ol' same in Johnsonville

Your stubborn 'ol 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 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 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 the television said something so I couldn't sleep

But I'll be all right I'm just missing you

An' this is me kissing you:

XX's and OO'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 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 ain't written

But sittin' here tonight alone in the kitchen it occurs to me

I might not have said 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 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