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 My  son, it's 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  same in Johnson Ville
 Your  old daddy, ain't said too much
 But I'm sure you know, he sends his love and she  on
 In a letter  home
 
 I hold it up and show my buddies 
 We ain't scared and our boots ain't muddy,  they all laugh
  there's something funny about the way I talk
 When I say,  sends her best y'all"
 I fold it up and  it in my shirt
 Pick  my gun and get back to work
 And it keeps me driving  on
 Waiting on letters  home
 
 My dearest love,  almost dawn
  been lying here all night long, wondering 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  me kissing you
 X's and O's  a letter from home
 
 I hold it up and show my 
 Like we ain't scared and  boots ain't muddy, and they all laugh
 'Cause she  me 'Honey', but they take it hard
 'Cause I don't read the  parts
 I fold it up and  it in my shirt
 Pick up my gun and get  to work
  it keeps me driving on
 Waiting on letters  home
 
 Dear son,  know, I ain't written
  here tonight, alone in the kitchen it occurs to me
 I might not have said,  I'll say it now
 "Son, you make  proud"
 
 I hold it up and show  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 just wipe me 
 I fold  up and put it in my shirt
 Pick up my gun and  back to work
 And  keeps me driving me on
  on letters from home