American Idol - Letters From Home lyrics

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