A Letter From Home - Johnny Cash

My 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 calling for rain 
and everything’s the same old same, in Johnsonville 
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 are boots ain’t muddy 
and they all laugh like there’s something funny bout the way I talk 
when I say momma 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 drivin’ on 
waitin’ on, letters from home 

My dearest love it’s almost dawn 
I been lying here all night long 
wonderin’ where you might be 
I saw your momma and I showed her the ring 
man on the television said some things, so I couldn’t sleep 
but I’ll be all right I'm just missin' 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 are 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 drivin’ on 
waitin on, letters from home 

Dear son I know I ain’t written 
and sitting 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 proud 
I hold it up and show my buddies 
like we ain’t scared and are boots ain’t muddy 
but no one laughs, cause there ain’t nothing 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 drivin’ on 
waitin on, letters from home