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My dear son, it's June
I hope letter catches up to you, and finds you well
Its been dry, but they're calling for
And every thing's the same old same in Johnson
Your stubborn old daddy, ain't said too
But I'm sure you know, he sends his love and she on
In a from home

I hold it up and show my buddies
We ain't and our boots ain't muddy, and they all laugh
there's something funny about the way I talk
When I say, "Mama her best y'all"
I fold it up and put it in my
Pick up my gun and get to work
And it keeps me me on
Waiting on letters from

My dearest love, its almost
I've been lying here all night long, where you might be
I saw your mama and I her the ring
Man on the television said something, so I sleep
But I'll be all right, I'm just you
And this is me you
X's and O's in a letter home

I hold it up and show my
Like we ain't scared and our boots muddy, and they all laugh
she calls me 'Honey', but they take it hard
'Cause I don't the good parts
I fold it up and put it in my
Pick up my gun and get to work
And it keeps me on
Waiting on letters from

Dear son, I know, I ain't
Sitting tonight, alone in the kitchen it occurs to me
I not have said, so I'll say it now
"Son, you me proud"

I hold it up and my buddies
Like we ain't and our boots ain't muddy, but no one laughs
there ain't nothing funny, when a soldier cries
And I wipe me eyes
I it up and put it in my shirt
Pick up my gun and get to work
And it keeps me me on
Waiting on letters from