on Letters From Home (2004)
Uploaded by Keith Poulin
Tempo: 128 (bpm)
Note: Recommend capo 5 for fingerstyle
I | A |
ii | Bm |
IV | D |
V | E |
vi | FBm |
A
A
A
A
A
My
dear
son,__
it's
al-
A
most
June,
A
I
hope
this
let-
ter
catch-
es
A
up
with
you,
and
D
finds
you
well.__
D
A
it's
been
dry
but
they're
A
call-
in'
for
rain__
A
and
ev-
'ry
thing's
the
same__
A
old
same
in
D
John-
son-
ville.
D
FBm
Your
stub-
burn
old__
E
Dad-
dy
ain't
said
too
D
much,
D
but
I'm
sure
you
know
he
Bm7
sends
his
love.
Bm7
And
she
goes
on__
Esus
E
in
a
let-
ter
from
A
home.
A
D
I
hold
it
up
and
show__
D
my
bud-
dies
like
D
we
ain't
scared__
and
our
D
boots
ain't
mud-
dy
and
A
they
all
laugh__
like
these's
E/GB
some-
thin'
fun-
ny
'bout
the
FBm
way
I
talk
FBm
when
I
say
ma-
ma
sends
her
D
best
y'all.
D
D
I
fold
it
up
and
put
it
D
in
my
shirt__
and
pick
up__
D
my
gun__
and
get
back__
D
to
work
A
and
it
E/GB
keeps
me
driv-
in'
on,__
FBm
FBm
wait-
in'
on__
D
E
let-
ters
from
A
home.__
A
A
A
A
My
dear-
est
love,__
it's
al-
A
most
dawn.,
A
I've
been
ly-
in'
here
all__
A
night
long.
won-
d'rin'
D
where
you
might
be.
D
A
I
saw
your
ma-
ma
and
I
A
showed
her
the
ring.
A
Man
on
the
tel-
e-
vi-
sion
A
said
some
thing,__
D
so
I
could-
n't
sleep.__
D
FBm
But
I'll
be
al-
E
right,
I'm
just
miss-
in'
D
you,
D
and
this
is
me__
Bm7
kiss-
in'
you,
Bm7
ex-
es
and
Esus
o's__
E
in
a
let-
ter
from
A
home.
A
D
I
hold
it
up
and
show__
D
my
bud-
dies
like
D
we
ain't
scared__
and
our
D
boots
ain't
mud-
dy
and
A
they
all
laugh__
'causes
she
E/GB
calls
me
hon-
ey
but
they
FBm
take
it
hard,
FBm
'cause
I
don't
read
the
D
good
parts.
D
D
I
fold
it
up
and
put
it
D
in
my
shirt__
and
pick
up__
D
my
gun__
and
get
back__
D
to
work
A
and
it
E/GB
keeps
me
driv-
in'
on,__
FBm
FBm
wait-
in'
on__
D
E
let-
ters
from
A
home.__
A
A
A
D
Dear
son,
I
know
D
I
ain't
writ-
ten
and
D
sit-
tin'
here
to-
night__
a-
lone
D
in
the
kit-
chen,
it
oc-
A
curs
to
me
I
E/D
might
not
have
said
this
so
FBm
I'll
say
ot
now:
FBm
son,
you
D
make
me
proud,__
E/D
D
D
D
I
hold
it
up
and
show__
D
my
bud-
dies
like
D
we
ain't
scared__
and
our
D
boots
ain't
mud-
dy
but
no-
A
one
laughs,
cause
there
E/GB
ain't
noth-
in'
fun-
ny
when
a
FBm
sol-
dier
cries.
FBm
And
I
ma
just
D
wipe
my
eyes,__
D
D
I
fold
it
up
and
put
it
D
in
my
shirt__
and
pick
up__
D
my
gun__
and
get
back__
D
to
work
A
and
it
E/GB
keeps
me
driv-
in'
on,__
FBm
FBm
wait-
in'
on__
D
D
Esus
E
let-
ters
from
A
home.__
A
A
A
A
A
A
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