My Dear Son, it is almost June I hope this letter catches up to you And finds you well It's been dry but they're calling for rain And everything's the same ol' same in Johnsonville Your stubborn ol' Daddy ain't said too much But I'm sure you know he sends his love And she goes on In a letter from home I hold it up and show my buddies Like we ain't scared and our boots ain't muddy And they all laugh Like there's something funny bout' the way I talk When I say, 'Mama sends her best y'all' I fold it up an' put it in my shirt Pick up my gun an' get back to work An' it keeps me Driving me on Waiting on letters from home My Dearest Love, it's almost dawn I've been lying here all night long Wondering where you might be I saw your Mama and I showed her the ring Man on the television said something So I couldn't sleep But I'll be all right I'm just missing you An' this is me kissing you XX's and OO's In a letter from home 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 'Cause I don't read the good parts I fold it up an' put it in my shirt Pick up my gun an' get back to work An' it keeps me Driving me on Waiting 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 So I'll say it now Son, you make me proud I hold it up and show my buddies Like we ain't scared and our boots ain't muddy But no one laughs 'Cause there ain't nothing funny when a soldier cries An' I just wipe my eyes I fold it up an' put it in my shirt Pick up my gun an' get back to work An' it keeps me Driving me on Waiting on letters from home