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"Never Above You, Never Below You, Always Beside You ;IGY6"

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    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 callin' 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 our boots ain't muddy
    And they all laugh
    Like there's something funny
    'Bout the way I talk
    When I say, "Mamma 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've been lyin' here all night long
    Wonderin' where you might be
    I saw your mamma
    And I showed her the ring
    Man on the television
    Said something
    So I couldn't sleep
    But I'll be alright,
    I'm just missin' you
    And this is me kissin' 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 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 drivin' on
    Waitin' on letters from home
    Dear son, I know I ain't written
    I'm Sittin' 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 our boots ain't muddy
    But no one laughs
    'Cause there's ain't nothin' 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

     

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