Our Last Chance

Chapter 44

(I don't own John Michael Montgomery – Letters from Home.)

"Thanks." I said.

"So, anyone else have anything to sing for this week?" Rachel asked us.

*Kitty's POV*

I looked around at everyone. Of course, no one really does. But to not my surprise Sam up his hand up high. Then got up and went to the front of the room. He then said,

"I hope I make you proud for this song Kitty. This one is for your brothers. Also, for your brother Jake."

He picked up the guitar. The music started and Sam started to sing. I sat there listening to every word that came out of this mouth.

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

[Chorus]

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 something funny

'bout the way I talk, when I say mama 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 mama and I showed her the ring

Man on the television said

Something so I couldn't sleep

But I'll be alright, I'm just missin' you

And this is me kissin' you

X's and O's in a letter from home

[Chorus]

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 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

Dear son, I know I ain't written

And 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

[Chorus]

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 in my shirt

Pick up my gun and get back to work

And it keeps me drivin' on, waitin' on,

Letters from home

We clapped for him. He was amazing. He did amazing job on that song. I looked at him and said,

"That was amazing job Sam."

"Thanks." He said.

"Yeah, great job Sammy. Brought something to my heart." We all heard at the door of the glee room. We looked over to see...