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 My dear son, it's  June
 I hope this letter catches up to you, and  you well
 Its been dry,  they're calling for rain
 And every thing's the same old same in  Ville
 Your stubborn old daddy, ain't  too much
 But I'm sure you know, he sends his love and she goes 
 In a  from home
 
 I hold it up  show my buddies like
 We ain't scared and our boots ain't  and they all laugh
 Like  something funny about the way I talk
 When I say, "Mama sends her  y'all"
 I fold it  and put it in my shirt
 Pick  my gun and get back to work
  it keeps me driving me on
 Waiting on letters from 
 
 My dearest love, its almost 
  been lying here all night long, wondering where you might be
 I saw your mama and I showed her the 
 Man on the television  something, so I couldn't sleep
  I'll be all right, I'm just missing you
 And this is me  you
 X's and O's  a letter from home
 
 I  it up and show my buddies
 Like we ain't scared and our boots ain't muddy, and  all laugh
 'Cause she calls me 'Honey', but  take it hard
  I don't read the good parts
 I fold it up and put it  my shirt
 Pick up my gun  get back to work
  it keeps me driving on
 Waiting on letters from 
 
 Dear son, I know, I ain't 
 Sitting here tonight,  in the kitchen it occurs to me
 I  not have said, so I'll say it now
 "Son, you make me 
 
 I  it up and show my buddies
 Like we ain't scared and our boots  muddy, but no one laughs
  there ain't nothing funny, when a soldier cries
 And I just wipe me 
 I fold it up and put it in my 
 Pick up my gun and get  to work
 And it keeps me  me on
  on letters from home