Byron Gallimore - Letters From Home lyrics

My Dearest Son, it's almost June I hope this letter Catches up with you and finds u well It's been dry but they're callin' for rain And everything's the same ol' in Johnsonville Your stubborn ol' daddy ain't said to 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 in our boots And our boots ain't muddy And they all laugh like there's womething funny 'bout the way I talk, when mama sends her best ya'll I fold it up and put it in my shirt Pick up my gun and get back to work And it keeps me drivin' on, waitin' on Letters from home My dearest love, it's almost dawn I've been layin' here all night Long Wonderin' where u might be I saw your mama and I showed her the ring Man on the Television said Something So I couldn't sleep But iIll be alright, I'm just missin' you And this is me kissin' 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 Drivin' on, waitn' on Letters from home Dear son, I know I ain't written And sittin' here tonight alone in the kitchen It occurs to me I might not have said it, 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 ain't nothin' Funny when a soldier cries, and I just wipe my eyes I fold it up and put in my shirt get back to work And it keeps me drivin' on, waitin' on Letters from home