Alba s touto skladbou:
Letters From Home,
âMy 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 callinâ for rain
And everythingâs the same olâ same in Johnsonville
Your stubborn olâ daddy ainât said too much
But I'm sure you know he sends his loveâ
And she goes on
In a letter from home
I hold it up and show my buddies
Like we ainât scared and our boots ainât muddy
And they all laugh
Like there's somethinâ funny âbout the way I talk
When I say, âMamma sends her best yaâllâ
I fold it up and put it in my shirt
Pick up my gun and get back to work
And it keeps me drivinâ on
Waitinâ on
Letters from home
âMy Dearest Love it's almost dawn
I've been lyinâ here all night long
Wonderinâ where you might be
I saw your Mamma 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 missinâ you
And this is me kissinâ you
Xs and Osâ
In a letter from home
I hold it up and show my buddies
Like we ainât scared and our boots ainât 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 up and put it in my shirt
Pick up my gun and get back to work
And it keeps me drivinâ on
Waitinâ on
Letters from home
âDear son, I know I ainât written
But sittinâ 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 proudâ
I hold it up and show my buddies
Like we ainât scared and our boots ainât muddy
But no one laughs
Cause there ainât nothinâ 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 drivinâ on
Waitinâ on
Letters from home
