Scotty McCreery - LETTERS FROM HOME lyrics

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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