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My dearest son, almost June
I hope this letter catches up to you, and finds you
Its been dry, but calling for rain
And every thing's the same old in Johnson Ville
stubborn old daddy, aint said too much
But Im you know, he sends his love and she goes on
In a letter home

I it up and show my buddies like
We aint scared and our boots aint muddy, and all laugh
Like theres something funny the way I talk
I say, "Mama sends her best yall"
I fold it up and put it in my
Pick up my gun and get back to
And it keeps me me on
on letters from home

My dearest love, its almost
Ive been lying here all night long, wondering where you be
I saw your mama and I showed her the
Man on the television something, so I couldnt sleep
But Ill be all right, Im just you
And this is me you
Xs and Os in a from home

I it up and show my buddies
Like we aint scared and our boots muddy, and they all laugh
'Cause she calls me 'Honey', but they it hard
'Cause I read the good parts
I it up and put it in my shirt
Pick up my gun and get to work
And it keeps me on
on letters from home

Dear son, I know, I aint
here tonight, alone in the kitchen it occurs to me
I might not said, so Ill say it now
"Son, you me proud"

I hold it up and show my
Like we scared and our boots aint muddy, but no one laughs
'Cause there aint nothing funny, when a cries
And I just wipe me
I it up and put it in my shirt
Pick up my gun and get back to
And it me driving me on
Waiting on from home