Oh no! Not AGAIN!
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!!....this is REALLY gonna hurt on frozen ground....THUMP!!!!
`whimper~
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 everythings the same old same
Here 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 our boots ain't muddy and they all laugh
Like there 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 driving on
Waiting on
Letters from home
My dearest love it's almost dawn
i've been laying here all night long
Wondering where you might be
I saw your momma and I showed her the ring
Man on the television said something and I couldn't sleep
But I'll be alright I'm just missing you
And this is me kissing you
X's and O's
In 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
My dearest son I know I haven't written
But sitting here tonight alone in the kitchen
It occurred 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 our boots ain't muddy but noone 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 driving on
Waiting on
Letters from home
ROFL - how I remember your field goal attempts from Baghdad!! HUGS!!
THUMP!! Something about old habits. LOL!