Letters From Home Chords

[Intro]
 
C
 
 
[Verse 1]
 
C
My dearest 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 callin' for rain
 
Everything's the same ol' same
   F
In Johnsonville
 
 
[Pre-chorus]
 
Am                  G                    F
 Your stubborn old daddy ain't said too much
                          Dm
But I'm sure you know he sends his love
             Gsus G                    C
And she goes on,     in a letter from home
 
 
[Chorus]
 
F
I hold it up and show my buddies like we ain't scared
                                C
and our boots ain't muddy, and they all laugh
             G                              Am
Like there's somethin' funny 'bout the way I talk
                           F
When I say mama sends her best ya'll
   F
I fold it up and put it in my shirt
 
Pick up my gun and get back to work
C        G              Am
 And it keeps me drivin' on
         F   G               C
Waitin' on,    letters from home
 
 
[Verse 2]
 
C
My dearest, love it's almost dawn
 
I've been lyin' here all night long
         F
Wonderin' where you might be
C
I saw your mama and I showed her the ring
 
Man on the television said something
F
So I couldn't sleep
 
 
[Pre-chorus]
 
Am              G                       F
  But I'll be alright, I'm just missin' you
                Dm                  Gsus G
And this is me kissin' you, X's and O's
                  C
In a letter from home
 
 
[Chorus]
 
F
I hold it up and show my buddies like we ain't scared
                               C
and our boots ain't muddy, and they all laugh
           G                      Am
Cause she calls me honey but they take it hard
                         F
Cause I don't read the good part
   F
I fold it up and put it in my shirt
 
Pick up my gun and get back to work
C        G              Am
 And it keeps me drivin' on
         F   G               C
Waitin' on,    letters from home
 
 
[Bridge]
 
F
Dear son, I know I ain't written
    F                                              C
But sittin' here tonight alone in the kitchen it occurs to me
   G                             Am
I might not have said it so I'll say it now
                   F   G   F
Son, you make me proud
 
 
[Chorus]
 
F
I hold it up and show my buddies like we ain't scared
                                   C
and our boots ain't muddy, but no one laughs
             G                          Am
Cause there ain't nothin' funny when a soldier cries
             F
And I just wipe my eyes
 F
I fold it up and put it in my shirt,
 
Pick up my gun and get back to work,
C        G              Am
 And it keeps me drivin' on
         F   Gsus   G               C
Waitin' on,          letters from home
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