[ti:Letters From Home] [ar:John Michael Montgomery] [al:] [00:00.50]ti:Letters From Home [00:01.50]ar:John Michael Montgomery [00:02.50]by:硬盘Mouse [00:05.50] [00:07.96]My dearest son it’s almost June [00:11.80]I hope this letter catches up with you, and finds you well [00:17.88]it’s been dry but they’re calling for rain [00:22.07]and everything’s the same old same, in Johnsonville [00:30.68]your stubborn old daddy ain’t said too much [00:36.88]but I’m sure you know he sends his love [00:41.33]and she goes on, in a letter from home [00:48.93]I hold it up and show my buddies [00:52.02]like we ain’t scared and are boots ain’t muddy [00:56.28]and they all laugh like there’s something funny bout the way I talk [01:02.99]when I say momma sends her best y'all [01:08.49]I fold it up and put it in my shirt [01:10.55]pick up my gun and get back to work [01:17.04]and it keeps me drivin’ on [01:22.11]waitin’ on, letters from home [01:26.96] [01:34.79]My dearest love it’s almost dawn [01:38.59]I been lying here all night long [01:41.35]wonderin’ where you might be [01:45.56]I saw your momma and I showed her the ring [01:48.93]man on the television said some things, so I couldn’t sleep [01:56.94]but I’ll be all right I'm just missin' you [02:02.99]and this is me kissing you [02:06.90]X's and O's, in a letter from home [02:15.54]I hold it up and show my buddies [02:18.92]like we ain’t scared and are boots ain’t muddy [02:22.81]and they all laugh cause she calls me honey [02:26.09]but they take it hard, cause I don’t read the good parts [02:34.19]I fold it up and put it in my shirt [02:37.38]pick up my gun and get back to work [02:43.09]and it keeps me drivin’ on [02:47.57]waitin on, letters from home [02:52.78] [03:01.91]Dear son I know I ain’t written [03:03.34]and sitting here tonight alone in the kitchen it occurs to me [03:09.35]I might not have said it so I’ll say it now [03:15.89]son you make me proud [03:22.44]I hold it up and show my buddies [03:26.38]like we ain’t scared and are boots ain’t muddy [03:29.54]but no one laughs, cause there ain’t nothing funny when a soldier cries [03:36.25]and I just wipe my eyes [03:41.99]I fold it up and put it in my shirt [03:45.21]pick up my gun and get back to work [03:50.40]and it keeps me drivin’ on [03:56.09]waitin on, letters from home