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Letters From Home  John Michael Montgomery



[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,


(bridge)
[Am] Your stuborn old d[G]addy ain't said too m[F]uch,
But I'm sure you know he s[Dm]ends his love,
And she goes [Gsus-G]on,     in a letter from h[C]ome,


(chorus)
[F]I hold it up and show my buddy's like we ain't scared
and our boots ain't muddy, And t[C]hey all laugh,
Like there's [G]somethin funny bout the way I[Am] talk,
When I say mama sends her b[F]est ya'll,
I f[F]old it up and put it in my shirt,

Pick up my gun and get back to work,
[C] And it k[G]eeps me drivin[Am] on,
Waitin o[F]n,  [G]  Letters from h[C]ome,


(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,


(bridge)
[Am]  But I'll be al[G]right I'm just missin [F]you,
And this is me k[Dm]issin you, X's and [Gsus-G]O's,
In a letter from h[C]ome,


(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,
Cause she c[G]alls me honey but they [Am]take it hard,
Cause I don't read the go[F]od part,
I f[F]old it up and put it in my shirt,

Pick up my gun and get back to work,
[C] And it k[G]eeps me drivin[Am] on,
Waitin o[F]n,  [G]  Letters from h[C]ome,


(bridge)
[F]Dear son I know I ain't written,
But [F]sittin here tonight alone in the kitchen it oc[C]curs to me,
I m[G]ight not have said it so I'll [Am]say it now,
Son you make me pr[F]oud,[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 o[C]ne laughs,
Cause there a[G]in't nothin funny when a s[Am]oldier cries,
And I just wi[F]pe my eyes,
I[F] fold it up and put it in my shirt,

Pick up my gun and get back to work,
[C] And it k[G]eeps me drivin[Am] on,
Waitin o[F]n,  [Gsus]       [G] Letters from ho[C]me,

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