(capo 3rd fret) 
 
 
INtro - A5 
(verse 1) 
A5 
My dearest son it's almost June, 
 
I hope this letter catches up with you, 
    D5 
And finds you well, 
A5 
It's been dry but they're callin for rain, 
 
Everything's the same ol' same, 
   D5 
In Johnsonville, 
 
(bridge) 
F#5                E5                    D5 
 Your stuborn old daddy ain't said too much, 
                          B5 
But I'm sure you know he sends his love, 
             E5 E5                    A5 
And she goes on,     in a letter from home, 
 
(chorus) 
D5 
I hold it up and show my buddy's like we ain't scared 
                                A5 
and our boots ain't muddy, And they all laugh, 
             E5                            F#5 
Like there's somethin funny bout the way I talk, 
                           D5 
When I say mama sends her best ya'll, 
   D5 
I fold it up and put it in my shirt, 
 
Pick up my gun and get back to work, 
A5        E5             F#5 
 And it keeps me drivin on, 
        D5 - E5               A5 
Waitin on,    Letters from home, 
 
(verse 2) 
A5 
My dearest love it's almost dawn, 
 
I've been lyin here all night long, 
        D5 
Wonderin where you might be, 
A5 
I saw your mama and I showed her the ring, 
 
Man on the television said something, 
D5 
So I couldn't sleep, 
 
(bridge) 
F#5             E5                     D5 
  But I'll be alright I'm just missin you, 
                B5                 E5 E5 
And this is me kissin you, X's and O's, 
                  A5 
In a letter from home, 
 
(chorus) 
D5 
I hold it up and show my buddy's like we ain't scared 
                               A5 
and our boots ain't muddy, And they all laugh, 
           E5                      F#5 
Cause she calls me honey but they take it hard, 
                         D5 
Cause I don't read the good part, 
   D5 
I fold it up and put it in my shirt, 
 
Pick up my gun and get back to work, 
A5        E5             F#5 
 And it keeps me drivin on, 
        D5 - E5               A5 
Waitin on,    Letters from home, 
 
(bridge) 
D5 
Dear son I know I ain't written, 
    D5                                             A5 
But sittin here tonight alone in the kitchen it occurs to me, 
   E5                             F#5 
I might not have said it so I'll say it now, 
                  D5 - E5 - D5 
Son you make me proud, 
 
(chorus) 
D5 
I hold it up and show my buddy's like we ain't scared 
                                   A5 
and our boots ain't muddy, but no one laughs, 
             E5                         F#5 
Cause there ain't nothin funny when a soldier cries, 
             D5 
And I just wipe my eyes, 
 D5 
I fold it up and put it in my shirt, 
 
Pick up my gun and get back to work, 
A5        E5             F#5 
 And it keeps me drivin on, 
        D5 - E5 - E5               A5 
Waitin on,          Letters from home,