Letters From Home (Album Version)

Song Letters From Home (Album Version)
Artist John Michael Montgomery
Album Letters From Home

Lyrics

[00:04.47] Artist: John Michael Montgomery
[00:04.88] Album: Very Best of John Michael Montgomery
[00:05.40] Song: Letters From Home
[00:07.02]
[00:07.71] Lyrics:
[00:08.33]
[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.
[00:47.98]
[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.
[01:30.16]
[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.
[02:13.58]
[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.
[02:54.61]
[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.
[03:17.97]
[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.
[04:06.16]
[04:06.75] end

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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
[00:07.02]
[00:07.71] Lyrics:
[00:08.33]
[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.
[00:47.98]
[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.
[01:30.16]
[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.
[02:13.58]
[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.
[02:54.61]
[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.
[03:17.97]
[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.
[04:06.16]
[04:06.75] end