Letters From Home Lyrics - John Micheal Montgomery Chords

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_ My dear son, it's almost June. _
_ I hope this letter catches up with you [F] and finds you well. _ _ _ _
[C] _ It's been dry, but they're calling for rain.
_ And everything's the same, oh same, [F] in Johnsonville. _ _ _
_ [Am] _ Your stubborn [G] old daddy ain't said [F] too much, _ [C] but I'm sure you know [Dm] he sends his love.
_ And she [G] goes on _ in a letter [C] from home. _ _ _ _
_ [F] I hold it up and show my buddies like we ain't scared in our boots.
Same buddy [C] and they all laugh [G] like there's something funny about [Am] the way I talk.
_ When I say mama [F] sends her best, y'all. _ _ _ _
_ I fold it up and put it in my shirt, pick up my gun and get back to work.
[C] _ _ _ _ [G] And it keeps me [Am] driving on, _ _ _ _ _ waiting [F] on _ _ [G] letters _ _ [C] from home. _ _ _ _ _
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_ My dearest love, it's almost dawn.
_ _ I've been lying here all night long, [F] wondering where you might be. _ _
[C] _ I saw your mama in the shoulder of the ring.
Man on the television said something, _ [F] so I couldn't sleep. _
_ [Am] But I'll [C] be [G] alright, I'm just [Em] [F] missing you.
_ _ _ And this is [Dm] me kissing you, _ _ _ X's [G] and O's, _ _ in a letter [C] from home. _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] I hold it up and show my buddies like we ain't scared in our boots.
Same buddy [C] and they all laugh, [G] cause she calls me honey, [Am] but they take it hard.
_ _ Cause I don't [F] read the good part. _ _ _ _
_ I fold it up and put it in my shirt, pick up my gun and get back to work.
_ [C] _ _ _ [G] And it keeps me driving [Am] on, _ _ _ _ waiting [F] on _ _ _ [G] _ _
letters [C] from home. _ _ _ _ _
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_ [F] _ Dear son, I know I ain't written.
I'm sitting here tonight alone in the [B] kitchen [C] near the curse of me.
[G] I might not have said it, [Am] so I'll say it now. _ _
Son, [F] you make me proud.
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[F] I _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ hold it up and show my buddies like we ain't scared in our boots.
Same buddy, [C] but no one laughs, [G] cause there ain't nothing funny [Am] when a soldier cries.
_ _ And I [F] just wipe my _ eyes. _
_ I fold it up and put it in my shirt, pick up my gun and get back to work.
_ [C] _ _ _ [G] And it keeps me driving [Am] _ on, _ _ _ waiting [F] on _ _ _ _ _ _
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letters from [C] home. _ _ _ _ _
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