on Letters From Home (2004)
Uploaded by Keith Poulin
Tempo: 128 (bpm)
Note: Recommend capo 5 for fingerstyle
I | B |
ii | CBm |
IV | E |
V | FB |
vi | GBm |
B
B
B
B
B
My
dear
son,__
it's
al-
B
most
June,
B
I
hope
this
let-
ter
catch-
es
B
up
with
you,
and
E
finds
you
well.__
E
B
it's
been
dry
but
they're
B
call-
in'
for
rain__
B
and
ev-
'ry
thing's
the
same__
B
old
same
in
E
John-
son-
ville.
E
GBm
Your
stub-
burn
old__
FB
Dad-
dy
ain't
said
too
E
much,
E
but
I'm
sure
you
know
he
CBm7
sends
his
love.
CBm7
And
she
goes
on__
FBsus
FB
in
a
let-
ter
from
B
home.
B
E
I
hold
it
up
and
show__
E
my
bud-
dies
like
E
we
ain't
scared__
and
our
E
boots
ain't
mud-
dy
and
B
they
all
laugh__
like
these's
FB/AB
some-
thin'
fun-
ny
'bout
the
GBm
way
I
talk
GBm
when
I
say
ma-
ma
sends
her
E
best
y'all.
E
E
I
fold
it
up
and
put
it
E
in
my
shirt__
and
pick
up__
E
my
gun__
and
get
back__
E
to
work
B
and
it
FB/AB
keeps
me
driv-
in'
on,__
GBm
GBm
wait-
in'
on__
E
FB
let-
ters
from
B
home.__
B
B
B
B
My
dear-
est
love,__
it's
al-
B
most
dawn.,
B
I've
been
ly-
in'
here
all__
B
night
long.
won-
d'rin'
E
where
you
might
be.
E
B
I
saw
your
ma-
ma
and
I
B
showed
her
the
ring.
B
Man
on
the
tel-
e-
vi-
sion
B
said
some
thing,__
E
so
I
could-
n't
sleep.__
E
GBm
But
I'll
be
al-
FB
right,
I'm
just
miss-
in'
E
you,
E
and
this
is
me__
CBm7
kiss-
in'
you,
CBm7
ex-
es
and
FBsus
o's__
FB
in
a
let-
ter
from
B
home.
B
E
I
hold
it
up
and
show__
E
my
bud-
dies
like
E
we
ain't
scared__
and
our
E
boots
ain't
mud-
dy
and
B
they
all
laugh__
'causes
she
FB/AB
calls
me
hon-
ey
but
they
GBm
take
it
hard,
GBm
'cause
I
don't
read
the
E
good
parts.
E
E
I
fold
it
up
and
put
it
E
in
my
shirt__
and
pick
up__
E
my
gun__
and
get
back__
E
to
work
B
and
it
FB/AB
keeps
me
driv-
in'
on,__
GBm
GBm
wait-
in'
on__
E
FB
let-
ters
from
B
home.__
B
B
B
E
Dear
son,
I
know
E
I
ain't
writ-
ten
and
E
sit-
tin'
here
to-
night__
a-
lone
E
in
the
kit-
chen,
it
oc-
B
curs
to
me
I
FB/E
might
not
have
said
this
so
GBm
I'll
say
ot
now:
GBm
son,
you
E
make
me
proud,__
FB/E
E
E
E
I
hold
it
up
and
show__
E
my
bud-
dies
like
E
we
ain't
scared__
and
our
E
boots
ain't
mud-
dy
but
no-
B
one
laughs,
cause
there
FB/AB
ain't
noth-
in'
fun-
ny
when
a
GBm
sol-
dier
cries.
GBm
And
I
ma
just
E
wipe
my
eyes,__
E
E
I
fold
it
up
and
put
it
E
in
my
shirt__
and
pick
up__
E
my
gun__
and
get
back__
E
to
work
B
and
it
FB/AB
keeps
me
driv-
in'
on,__
GBm
GBm
wait-
in'
on__
E
E
FBsus
FB
let-
ters
from
B
home.__
B
B
B
B
B
B
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