Letters From Home - John Michael Montgomery [Intro] [C] Verse 1: [C]My dearest son it's almost June, I hope this letter catches up with you, And [F]finds you well, [C]It's been dry but they're callin for rain, Everything's the same ol' same, In [F]Johnsonville, [Am]Your stuborn old [G]daddy ain't said too [F]much, But I'm sure you know he [Dm]sends his love, And she goes [G]on, in a letter from [C]home, |[Chorus] |[F]I hold it up and show my buddy's like we ain't scared |and our boots ain't muddy, And [C]they all laugh, |Like there's [G]somethin funny bout the way I [Am]talk, |When I say mama sends her [F]best ya'll, |I [F]fold it up and put it in my shirt, |Pick up my gun and get back to work, |[C]And it [G]keeps me drivin [Am]on, |Waitin [F]on, [G] Letters from [C]home, Verse 2: [C]My dearest love it's almost dawn, I've been lyin here all night long, Wonderin [F]where you might be, [C]I saw your mama and I showed her the ring, Man on the television said something, [F]So I couldn't sleep, [Am]But I'll be [G]alright I'm just missin [F]you, And this is me [Dm]kissin you, X's and [G]O's, In a letter from [C]home, [Chorus] Bridge: [F]Dear son I know I ain't written, But [F]sittin here tonight alone in the kitchen it [C]occurs to me, I [G]might not have said it so I'll [Am]say it now, Son you make me [F]proud,[G][F] |[Chorus] |[F]I hold it up and show my buddy's like we ain't scared |and our boots ain't muddy, but no [C]one laughs, |Cause there [G]ain't nothin funny when a [Am]soldier cries, |And I just [F]wipe my eyes, |[F]I fold it up and put it in my shirt, |Pick up my gun and get back to work, |[C]And it [G]keeps me drivin [Am]on, |Waitin [F]on, [G] Letters from [C]home,