Artist: John Michael Montgomery
Title: Letters From Home
released: Feb 2004
chords by: boham1978@yahoo.com
Intro - C
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B----------1---1----------3--1---
G-------------------------------- (Play Twice)
D--------------------------------
A--------------------------------
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(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,
(bridge)
Am G F
Your stuborn 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 buddy's 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,
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(bridge)
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 buddy's 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 buddy's 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,
