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