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