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,
Letters From Home [C]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, GF
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,