Letters From Home Lyrics - American Idol

My dear son, it's almost June 

I hope this letter catches up to you, and finds you well 

Its been dry, but they're calling for rain 

And every thing's the same old same in Johnson Ville 

Your stubborn old 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 about the way I talk 

When I say, "Mama 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 driving me on 

Waiting on letters from home 

My dearest love, its almost dawn 

I've been lying here all night long, wondering 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 all right, I'm just missing you 

And this is me kissing 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 driving on 

Waiting on letters from home 

Dear son, I know, I ain't written 

Sitting here tonight, alone in the kitchen it occurs to me 

I might not have said, 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 there ain't nothing funny, when a soldier cries 

And I just wipe me eyes 

I fold it up and put it in my shirt 

Pick up my gun and get back to work 

And it keeps me driving me on 

Waiting on letters from home