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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Michael Montgomery
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tony Lane
Songwriter
David Cory Lee
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Michael Montgomery
Producer
Byron Gallimore
Producer
Erik Lutkins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
John Kunz
Additional Engineer
Jason Gant
Assistant Mixing Engineer
David Bryant
Assistant Recording Engineer
Julian King
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
My dearest son, it's almost June
I hope this letter catches up with you and finds you well
It's been dry but they're callin' for rain
And everything's the same ol' 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, "Mamma sends her best, y'all"
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, it's almost dawn
I've been layin' here all night long
Wonderin' 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 alright, I'm just missin' you
And this is me kissin' you
X's and O'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 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
And 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"
I hold it up and show my buddies
Like we ain't scared and our boots ain't muddy
But no one laughs
'Cause ain't nothin' funny when a soldier cries
And I just wipe my eyes
I fold it up and put in my shirt
Pick up my gun and get back to work
And it keeps me drivin' on, waitin' on
Letters from home
Writer(s): David Cory Lee, Tony Mac Lane
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