on Letters From Home (2004)
Uploaded by Keith Poulin
Tempo: 128 (bpm)
Note: Recommend capo 5 for fingerstyle
I | Eb |
ii | Fm |
IV | Ab |
V | Bb |
vi | Cm |
Eb
Eb
Eb
Eb
Eb
My
dear
son,__
it's
al-
Eb
most
June,
Eb
I
hope
this
let-
ter
catch-
es
Eb
up
with
you,
and
Ab
finds
you
well.__
Ab
Eb
it's
been
dry
but
they're
Eb
call-
in'
for
rain__
Eb
and
ev-
'ry
thing's
the
same__
Eb
old
same
in
Ab
John-
son-
ville.
Ab
Cm
Your
stub-
burn
old__
Bb
Dad-
dy
ain't
said
too
Ab
much,
Ab
but
I'm
sure
you
know
he
Fm7
sends
his
love.
Fm7
And
she
goes
on__
Bbsus
Bb
in
a
let-
ter
from
Eb
home.
Eb
Ab
I
hold
it
up
and
show__
Ab
my
bud-
dies
like
Ab
we
ain't
scared__
and
our
Ab
boots
ain't
mud-
dy
and
Eb
they
all
laugh__
like
these's
Bb/D
some-
thin'
fun-
ny
'bout
the
Cm
way
I
talk
Cm
when
I
say
ma-
ma
sends
her
Ab
best
y'all.
Ab
Ab
I
fold
it
up
and
put
it
Ab
in
my
shirt__
and
pick
up__
Ab
my
gun__
and
get
back__
Ab
to
work
Eb
and
it
Bb/D
keeps
me
driv-
in'
on,__
Cm
Cm
wait-
in'
on__
Ab
Bb
let-
ters
from
Eb
home.__
Eb
Eb
Eb
Eb
My
dear-
est
love,__
it's
al-
Eb
most
dawn.,
Eb
I've
been
ly-
in'
here
all__
Eb
night
long.
won-
d'rin'
Ab
where
you
might
be.
Ab
Eb
I
saw
your
ma-
ma
and
I
Eb
showed
her
the
ring.
Eb
Man
on
the
tel-
e-
vi-
sion
Eb
said
some
thing,__
Ab
so
I
could-
n't
sleep.__
Ab
Cm
But
I'll
be
al-
Bb
right,
I'm
just
miss-
in'
Ab
you,
Ab
and
this
is
me__
Fm7
kiss-
in'
you,
Fm7
ex-
es
and
Bbsus
o's__
Bb
in
a
let-
ter
from
Eb
home.
Eb
Ab
I
hold
it
up
and
show__
Ab
my
bud-
dies
like
Ab
we
ain't
scared__
and
our
Ab
boots
ain't
mud-
dy
and
Eb
they
all
laugh__
'causes
she
Bb/D
calls
me
hon-
ey
but
they
Cm
take
it
hard,
Cm
'cause
I
don't
read
the
Ab
good
parts.
Ab
Ab
I
fold
it
up
and
put
it
Ab
in
my
shirt__
and
pick
up__
Ab
my
gun__
and
get
back__
Ab
to
work
Eb
and
it
Bb/D
keeps
me
driv-
in'
on,__
Cm
Cm
wait-
in'
on__
Ab
Bb
let-
ters
from
Eb
home.__
Eb
Eb
Eb
Ab
Dear
son,
I
know
Ab
I
ain't
writ-
ten
and
Ab
sit-
tin'
here
to-
night__
a-
lone
Ab
in
the
kit-
chen,
it
oc-
Eb
curs
to
me
I
Bb/Ab
might
not
have
said
this
so
Cm
I'll
say
ot
now:
Cm
son,
you
Ab
make
me
proud,__
Bb/Ab
Ab
Ab
Ab
I
hold
it
up
and
show__
Ab
my
bud-
dies
like
Ab
we
ain't
scared__
and
our
Ab
boots
ain't
mud-
dy
but
no-
Eb
one
laughs,
cause
there
Bb/D
ain't
noth-
in'
fun-
ny
when
a
Cm
sol-
dier
cries.
Cm
And
I
ma
just
Ab
wipe
my
eyes,__
Ab
Ab
I
fold
it
up
and
put
it
Ab
in
my
shirt__
and
pick
up__
Ab
my
gun__
and
get
back__
Ab
to
work
Eb
and
it
Bb/D
keeps
me
driv-
in'
on,__
Cm
Cm
wait-
in'
on__
Ab
Ab
Bbsus
Bb
let-
ters
from
Eb
home.__
Eb
Eb
Eb
Eb
Eb
Eb
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