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Artist: Montgomery, John Michael
Song: Letters From Home
Album: Letters From Home (2004)

This Video was found on YouTube.com; the signer is user newguitargirl; her name is Jay. She speaks fluent Sign Language and has made this beautiful video signing the song "Letters From Home"
Video was used with permissions from the user, please enjoy & leave her a comment if you like this & where you found it!!

Lyrics:

“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 ol’ same in Johnsonville
Your stubborn ol’ 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 somethin’ funny ‘bout the way I talk
When I say, “Mamma sends her best ya’ll”
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 all right, I'm just missin’ you
And this is me kissin’ you
Xs and Os”
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 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
But 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 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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