thoughtfulI hope this letter catches up with you,
And finds you well.
It's been dry but they're calling for rain
and everything's the same old same, in Johnsonville.
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 bout the way I talk
When I say "momma 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 drivin' on
Waitin' on letters from home
My dearest love it's almost dawn
I been lying here all night long
Wonderin' where you might be
I saw your momma and I showed her the ring.
Man on the television said some things, so I couldn't sleep
But I'll be all right... I'm just missin' 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 drivin' on
Waitin' on letters from home.
Dear son I know I ain't written
and sitting 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 are boots ain't muddy
But no one laughs, cause there ain't nothing funny when a soldier cries,
And I just wipe my eyes.
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.
