Letters From Home - John Michael Montgomery

Letters From Home chords

Intro - A

(Verse 1)
A
My dearest son it's almost June,

I hope this letter catches up with you,
    D
And finds you well,
A
It's been dry but they're callin for rain,

Everything's the same ol' same,
   D
In Johnsonville,


(Bridge)
F#m                E                    D
 Your stuborn old daddy ain't said too much,
                          Bm
But I'm sure you know he sends his love,
             Esus-E                    A
And she goes on,     in a letter from home,


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(Chorus)
D
I hold it up and show my buddy's like we ain't scared
                                A
and our boots ain't muddy, And they all laugh,
             E                            F#m
Like there's somethin funny bout the way I talk,
                           D
When I say mama sends her best ya'll,
   D
I fold it up and put it in my shirt,

Pick up my gun and get back to work,
A        E             F#m
 And it keeps me drivin on,
        D - E               A
Waitin on,    Letters from home,


(Verse 2)
A
My dearest love it's almost dawn,

I've been lyin here all night long,
        D
Wonderin where you might be,
A
I saw your mama and I showed her the ring,

Man on the television said something,
D
So I couldn't sleep,


(Bridge)
F#m             E                     D
  But I'll be alright I'm just missin you,
                Bm                 Esus-E
And this is me kissin you, X's and O's,
                  A
In a letter from home,


(Chorus)
D
I hold it up and show my buddy's like we ain't scared
                               A
and our boots ain't muddy, And they all laugh,
           E                      F#m
Cause she calls me honey but they take it hard,
                         D
Cause I don't read the good part,
   D
I fold it up and put it in my shirt,

Pick up my gun and get back to work,
A        E             F#m
 And it keeps me drivin on,
        D - E               A
Waitin on,    Letters from home,


(Bridge)
D
Dear son I know I ain't written,
    D                                             A
But sittin here tonight alone in the kitchen it occurs to me,
   E                             F#m
I might not have said it so I'll say it now,
                  D - E - D
Son you make me proud,


(Chorus)
D
I hold it up and show my buddy's like we ain't scared
                                   A
and our boots ain't muddy, but no one laughs,
             E                         F#m
Cause there ain't nothin funny when a soldier cries,
             D
And I just wipe my eyes,
 D
I fold it up and put it in my shirt,

Pick up my gun and get back to work,
A        E             F#m
 And it keeps me drivin on,
        D - Esus - E               A
Waitin on,          Letters from home,