Letra de Letters from home

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 callin´ for rain
and everything´s the same old same
in johnsonville
your stubborn old 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, "mamma 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, it´s almost dawn
i´ve been lyin´ here all night long
wonderin´ where you might be
i saw your mamma
and i showed her the ring
man on the television
said something
so i couldn´t sleep
but i´ll be alright,
i´m just missin´ you
and this is me kissin´ 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 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 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
i´m 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"
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´s 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