MY DEAR EST SON

IT'S AL MOST JUNE

I HOPE THIS LET TER

CAT CHES UP WITH YOU

AND FINDS YOU WELL

IT'S BEEN DRY

BUT THEY'RE CALL IN'

FOR RAIN

AND EVE RY THING'S

THE SAME OLD SAME

IN JOHN SON VILLE

YOUR STUB BORN

OLD DAD DY

AIN'T SAID TOO MUCH

BUT I'M SURE YOU KNOW

HE SENDS HIS LOVE

AND SHE GOES ON

IN A LET TER FROM HOME

I HOLD IT UP

AND SHOW MY BUD DIES

LIKE WE AIN'T SCARED

AND OUR BOOTS

AIN'T MUD DY

AND THEY ALL LAUGH

LIKE THERE'S

SOME THIN' FUN NY

'BOUT THE WAY I TALK

WHEN I SAY MA MA

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

DRI VIN' ON

WAIT IN' ON

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MY DEAR EST LOVE

IT'S AL MOST DAWN

I BEEN LY IN' HERE

ALL NIGHT LONG

WON DERIN'

WHERE YOU MIGHT BE

I SAW YOUR MA MA

AND I SHOWED HER

THE RING

MAN ON THE TE LE VI SION

SAID SOME THING

SO I COULD N'T SLEEP

BUT I'LL BE AL RIGHT

I'M JUST MIS SIN' YOU

AND THIS IS ME

KIS SIN' YOU

"X'S" AND "O'S"

IN A LET TER FROM HOME

I HOLD IT UP

AND SHOW MY BUD DIES

LIKE WE AIN'T SCARED

AND OUR BOOTS

AIN'T MUD DY

AND THEY ALL LAUGH

BE CAUSE

SHE CALLS ME HO NEY

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

DRI VIN' ON

WAIT IN' ON

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DEAR SON

I KNOW I AIN'T WRIT TEN

AND SIT TIN' HERE

TO NIGHT

A LONE IN THE KIT CHEN

IT OC CURS TO ME

I MIGHT NOT'VE SAID IT

SO I'LL SAY IT NOW

SON YOU MAKE ME PROUD

I HOLD IT UP

AND SHOW MY BUD DIES

LIKE WE AIN'T SCARED

AND OUR BOOTS

AIN'T MUD DY

BUT NO ONE LAUGHS

'CAUSE THERE AIN'T

NO THIN' FUN NY

WHEN A SOL DIER 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

DRI VIN' ON

WAI TIN' ON

LET TERS FROM HOME