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[Intro]

C


[Verse 1]

C
My dearest son it's almost June,

I hope this letter catches up with you,
    F
And finds you well,
C
It's been dry but they're callin for rain,

Everything's the same ol' same,
   F
In Johnsonville,


[Bridge]

Am                 G                    F
 Your stuborn old daddy ain't said too much,
                          Dm
But I'm sure you know he sends his love,
             Gsus-G                    C
And she goes on,     in a letter from home,


[Chorus]

F
I hold it up and show my buddy's like we ain't scared
                                C
and our boots ain't muddy, And they all laugh,
             G                            Am 
Like there's somethin funny bout the way I talk,
                           F
When I say mama sends her best ya'll,
   F
I fold it up and put it in my shirt,

Pick up my gun and get back to work,
C        G             Am 
 And it keeps me drivin on,
        F   G               C
Waitin on,    Letters from home,


[Verse 2]

C
My dearest love it's almost dawn,

I've been lyin here all night long,
        F
Wonderin where you might be,
C
I saw your mama and I showed her the ring,

Man on the television said something,
F
So I couldn't sleep,


[Bridge]

Am              G                     F
  But I'll be alright I'm just missin you,
                Dm                 Gsus-G
And this is me kissin you, X's and O's,
                  C
In a letter from home,


[Chorus]

F
I hold it up and show my buddy's like we ain't scared
                               C
and our boots ain't muddy, And they all laugh,
           G                      Am 
Cause she calls me honey but they take it hard,
                         F
Cause I don't read the good part,
   F
I fold it up and put it in my shirt,

Pick up my gun and get back to work,
C        G             Am 
 And it keeps me drivin on,
        F   G               C
Waitin on,    Letters from home,


[Bridge]

F
Dear son I know I ain't written,
    F                                             C
But sittin here tonight alone in the kitchen it occurs to me,
   G                             Am 
I might not have said it so I'll say it now,
                  F   G   F
Son you make me proud,


[Chorus]

F
I hold it up and show my buddy's like we ain't scared
                                   C
and our boots ain't muddy, but no one laughs,
             G                         Am 
Cause there ain't nothin funny when a soldier cries,
             F
And I just wipe my eyes,
 F
I fold it up and put it in my shirt,

Pick up my gun and get back to work,
C        G             Am 
 And it keeps me drivin on,
        F   Gsus   G               C
Waitin on,          Letters from home,
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