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,