Alba s touto skladbou:
Letters From Home,
My dearest son its almost june
I hope this letter catches up with you
and finds you well
Its been dry but their callin for rain
and everythings the same ol' same
in Johnsonville
Your stuborn ol' Daddy ain't said too much
but Im sure you know he sends his love
and she goes on in a
Letter from home
Chorus
I hold it up and show my buddies
like we ain't scared and our
boots ain't muddy
and they all laugh like theres
something funny bout the way i talk
when I say Momma sends her best ya'll
I fold it up and put it in my shirt
pick up my gun and get back
to work
and it keeps me drivin on
waitin on
Letters from home
My dearest love its almost dawn
Ive been lyin here all night long
wonderin where you might be
I saw your Momma and I showed her
the ring
Man on the television said something
so I couldn't sleep
But I'll be alright Im just missin you
and this is me kissin you
X's and O's in a
Letter from home
Chorus
I hold it up and show my buddies
like we ain't scared and our
boots ain't muddy
and they all laugh cause she calls
me honey but they take it hard
cus' I don't read the good parts
I fold it up and put it in my shirt
pick up my gun and get back to work
and it keeps me drivin' on
waitin on'
Letters from home
Dear son I know I ain't written
but sittin here tonight alone
in the kitchen
it occurs to me
I might not have said it
so I'll say it now
Son you make me Proud
Chorus
I hold it up and show my buddies
like we ain't scared and our
boots ain't muddy
But no one laughs cus' there
ain't nothin funny when
a Soldier cries
and I just wipe my eyes
I fold it up and put it in my shirt
pick up my gun and get back to work
and it keeps me drivin on
waitin on
Letters from home
