Interpret:

John Michael Montgomery

Album:

Letters From Home

My dearest son its almost june

I hope this letter catches up with you

and finds you well

Its been dry but their callin for rain

and everythings the same ol' same

in Johnsonville

Your stuborn ol' Daddy ain't said too much

but Im sure you know he sends his love

and she goes on in a

Letter from home



Chorus

I hold it up and show my buddies

like we ain't scared and our

boots ain't muddy

and they all laugh like theres

something funny bout the way i talk

when I say Momma sends her best ya'll

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 its almost dawn

Ive been lyin here all night long

wonderin where you might be

I saw your Momma and I showed her

the ring

Man on the television said something

so I couldn't sleep

But I'll be alright Im just missin you

and this is me kissin you

X's and O's in a

Letter from home



Chorus

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

cus' 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

but sittin 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



Chorus

I hold it up and show my buddies

like we ain't scared and our

boots ain't muddy

But no one laughs cus' there

ain't nothin 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