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  • 作词 : Gorelick Afanasieff
    作曲 : Afanasieff, G
    ti:Letters From Home
    ar:John Michael Montgomery


    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
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Gorelick Afanasieff
    [00:00.025] 作曲 : Afanasieff, G
    [00:00.50]ti:Letters From Home
    [00:01.50]ar:John Michael Montgomery
    [00:02.50]
    [00:05.50]
    [00:07.96]My dearest son it’s almost June
    [00:11.80]I hope this letter catches up with you, and finds you well
    [00:17.88]it’s been dry but they’re calling for rain
    [00:22.07]and everything’s the same old same, in Johnsonville
    [00:30.68]your stubborn old daddy ain’t said too much
    [00:36.88]but I’m sure you know he sends his love
    [00:41.33]and she goes on, in a letter from home
    [00:48.93]I hold it up and show my buddies
    [00:52.02]like we ain’t scared and are boots ain’t muddy
    [00:56.28]and they all laugh like there’s something funny bout the way I talk
    [01:02.99]when I say momma sends her best y'all
    [01:08.49]I fold it up and put it in my shirt
    [01:10.55]pick up my gun and get back to work
    [01:17.04]and it keeps me drivin’ on
    [01:22.11]waitin’ on, letters from home
    [01:26.96]
    [01:34.79]My dearest love it’s almost dawn
    [01:38.59]I been lying here all night long
    [01:41.35]wonderin’ where you might be
    [01:45.56]I saw your momma and I showed her the ring
    [01:48.93]man on the television said some things, so I couldn’t sleep
    [01:56.94]but I’ll be all right I'm just missin' you
    [02:02.99]and this is me kissing you
    [02:06.90]X's and O's, in a letter from home
    [02:15.54]I hold it up and show my buddies
    [02:18.92]like we ain’t scared and are boots ain’t muddy
    [02:22.81]and they all laugh cause she calls me honey
    [02:26.09]but they take it hard, cause I don’t read the good parts
    [02:34.19]I fold it up and put it in my shirt
    [02:37.38]pick up my gun and get back to work
    [02:43.09]and it keeps me drivin’ on
    [02:47.57]waitin on, letters from home
    [02:52.78]
    [03:01.91]Dear son I know I ain’t written
    [03:03.34]and sitting here tonight alone in the kitchen it occurs to me
    [03:09.35]I might not have said it so I’ll say it now
    [03:15.89]son you make me proud
    [03:22.44]I hold it up and show my buddies
    [03:26.38]like we ain’t scared and are boots ain’t muddy
    [03:29.54]but no one laughs, cause there ain’t nothing funny when a soldier cries
    [03:36.25]and I just wipe my eyes
    [03:41.99]I fold it up and put it in my shirt
    [03:45.21]pick up my gun and get back to work
    [03:50.40]and it keeps me drivin’ on
    [03:56.09]waitin on, letters from home