Letters From Home - John Michael Montgomery 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 old same in Johnsonville Your stubborn old daddy ain’t said too much But I’司缘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 are boots ain’t muddy And they all laugh like there’苦虏迷s something funny bout the way I talk When I say momma 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 drivin’ on Waitin’ on letters from home My dearest love it’吊医s almost dawn I been lying here all night long Wonderin’ where you might be I saw your momma and I showed her the ring Man on the television said some things so I couldn’t sleep But I’ll be all right I'm just missin' 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 are 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 drivin’ on Waitin on letters from home Dear son I know I ain’t written And sitting 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 are boots ain’t muddy But no one laughs cause there ain’t nothing funny when a soldier 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 drivin’ on Waitin on letters from home