Letters from Home - John Michael Montgom

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[00:04.47]Artist: John Michael Montgomery
[00:04.88]Album: Very Best of John Michael Montgomery
[00:05.40]Song: Letters From Home
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[00:07.71]Lyrics:
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[00:08.69]My Dear Son, it is almost June,
[00:12.04]I hope this letter catches up to you, and finds you well.
[00:19.50]Its been dry but they’re calling for rain,
[00:23.10]And everything’s the same ol’ same in Johnsonville.
[00:31.18]Your stubborn ’ol Daddy ain’t said too much,
[00:36.60]But I’m sure you know he sends his love,
[00:40.48]And she goes on,
[00:43.79]In a letter from home.
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[00:49.51]I hold it up and show my buddies,
[00:52.52]Like we ain’t scared and our boots ain’t muddy, and they all laugh,
[00:58.10]Like there’s something funny bout’ the way I talk,
[01:02.56]When I say: \"Mama sends her best y’all.\"
[01:08.01]I fold it up an’ put it in my shirt,
[01:11.22]Pick up my gun an’ get back to work.
[01:14.35]An’ it keeps me driving me on,
[01:21.80]Waiting on letters from home.
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[01:34.23]My Dearest Love, its almost dawn.
[01:37.44]I’ve been lying here all night long wondering where you might be.
[01:45.42]I saw your Mama and I showed her the ring.
[01:49.03]Man on the television said something so I couldn’t sleep.
[01:56.73]But I’ll be all right, I’m just missing you.
[02:02.88]An’ this is me kissing you:
[02:06.66]XX’s and OO’s,
[02:09.63]In a letter from home.
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[02:15.21]I hold it up and show my buddies,
[02:18.32]Like we ain’t scared and our boots ain’t muddy, and they all laugh,
[02:23.79]’Cause she calls me \"Honey\", but they take it hard,
[02:28.89]’Cause I don’t read the good parts.
[02:33.84]I fold it up an’ put it in my shirt,
[02:37.00]Pick up my gun an’ get back to work.
[02:42.62]An’ it keeps me driving me on,
[02:47.73]Waiting on letters from home.
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[03:00.36]Dear Son, I know I ain’t written,
[03:03.48]But sittin’ here tonight, alone in the kitchen, it occurs to me,
[03:09.98]I might not have said, so I’ll say it now:
[03:14.43]Son, you make me proud.
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[03:22.38]I hold it up and show my buddies,
[03:25.58]Like we ain’t scared and our boots ain’t muddy, but no one laughs,
[03:31.16]’Cause there ain’t nothing funny when a soldier cries.
[03:36.15]An’ I just wipe me eyes.
[03:41.11]I fold it up an’ put it in my shirt,
[03:44.40]Pick up my gun an’ get back to work.
[03:49.67]An’ it keeps me driving me on,
[03:54.87]Waiting on letters from home.
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