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My dear son, it's almost
I hope this letter catches up to you, and finds you
Its dry, but they're calling for rain
And every thing's the old same in Johnson Ville
Your stubborn old daddy, said too much
But I'm sure you know, he sends his love and she on
In a from home

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

My love, its almost dawn
I've been lying here all night long, where you might be
I saw mama and I showed her the ring
Man on the television said something, so I couldn't
But I'll be all right, I'm missing you
And this is me you
X's and O's in a letter home

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

Dear son, I know, I ain't
Sitting here tonight, alone in the 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 scared and our ain't muddy, but no one laughs
'Cause there nothing funny, when a soldier cries
And I just me eyes
I it up and put it in my shirt
up my gun and get back to work
And it keeps me me on
Waiting on letters from