7 acessos
(capo 3rd fret)
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,
(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,