on Letters From Home (2004)
Uploaded by Keith Poulin
Tempo: 128 (bpm)
Note: Recommend capo 5 for fingerstyle
I | E |
ii | FBm |
IV | A |
V | B |
vi | CBm |
E
E
E
E
E
My
dear
son,__
it's
al-
E
most
June,
E
I
hope
this
let-
ter
catch-
es
E
up
with
you,
and
A
finds
you
well.__
A
E
it's
been
dry
but
they're
E
call-
in'
for
rain__
E
and
ev-
'ry
thing's
the
same__
E
old
same
in
A
John-
son-
ville.
A
CBm
Your
stub-
burn
old__
B
Dad-
dy
ain't
said
too
A
much,
A
but
I'm
sure
you
know
he
FBm7
sends
his
love.
FBm7
And
she
goes
on__
Bsus
B
in
a
let-
ter
from
E
home.
E
A
I
hold
it
up
and
show__
A
my
bud-
dies
like
A
we
ain't
scared__
and
our
A
boots
ain't
mud-
dy
and
E
they
all
laugh__
like
these's
B/DB
some-
thin'
fun-
ny
'bout
the
CBm
way
I
talk
CBm
when
I
say
ma-
ma
sends
her
A
best
y'all.
A
A
I
fold
it
up
and
put
it
A
in
my
shirt__
and
pick
up__
A
my
gun__
and
get
back__
A
to
work
E
and
it
B/DB
keeps
me
driv-
in'
on,__
CBm
CBm
wait-
in'
on__
A
B
let-
ters
from
E
home.__
E
E
E
E
My
dear-
est
love,__
it's
al-
E
most
dawn.,
E
I've
been
ly-
in'
here
all__
E
night
long.
won-
d'rin'
A
where
you
might
be.
A
E
I
saw
your
ma-
ma
and
I
E
showed
her
the
ring.
E
Man
on
the
tel-
e-
vi-
sion
E
said
some
thing,__
A
so
I
could-
n't
sleep.__
A
CBm
But
I'll
be
al-
B
right,
I'm
just
miss-
in'
A
you,
A
and
this
is
me__
FBm7
kiss-
in'
you,
FBm7
ex-
es
and
Bsus
o's__
B
in
a
let-
ter
from
E
home.
E
A
I
hold
it
up
and
show__
A
my
bud-
dies
like
A
we
ain't
scared__
and
our
A
boots
ain't
mud-
dy
and
E
they
all
laugh__
'causes
she
B/DB
calls
me
hon-
ey
but
they
CBm
take
it
hard,
CBm
'cause
I
don't
read
the
A
good
parts.
A
A
I
fold
it
up
and
put
it
A
in
my
shirt__
and
pick
up__
A
my
gun__
and
get
back__
A
to
work
E
and
it
B/DB
keeps
me
driv-
in'
on,__
CBm
CBm
wait-
in'
on__
A
B
let-
ters
from
E
home.__
E
E
E
A
Dear
son,
I
know
A
I
ain't
writ-
ten
and
A
sit-
tin'
here
to-
night__
a-
lone
A
in
the
kit-
chen,
it
oc-
E
curs
to
me
I
B/A
might
not
have
said
this
so
CBm
I'll
say
ot
now:
CBm
son,
you
A
make
me
proud,__
B/A
A
A
A
I
hold
it
up
and
show__
A
my
bud-
dies
like
A
we
ain't
scared__
and
our
A
boots
ain't
mud-
dy
but
no-
E
one
laughs,
cause
there
B/DB
ain't
noth-
in'
fun-
ny
when
a
CBm
sol-
dier
cries.
CBm
And
I
ma
just
A
wipe
my
eyes,__
A
A
I
fold
it
up
and
put
it
A
in
my
shirt__
and
pick
up__
A
my
gun__
and
get
back__
A
to
work
E
and
it
B/DB
keeps
me
driv-
in'
on,__
CBm
CBm
wait-
in'
on__
A
A
Bsus
B
let-
ters
from
E
home.__
E
E
E
E
E
E
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