The postman delivered a letter
And it fills her two hands full of joy
For she did'n't know, what should there be inside
It was the last one from her darlin' boy
Dear mom, was the way that it started
Lord, I miss you so much, I didn't know
But mom, I didn't know, that I loved you so
But I'll prove it when this war is won
But I'm writing this letter down in the trench, ma
And don't you scold if the writin's, if the writin's not so neat
Don't scold as you did when I was kid
When I come home with mud on my feet
Well the old mother's han started trembling
They trembled with shame that's not known
And the tеars, then they came but thеy came on a shame
For the letter was signed with no name
That night as she knelt by her bedside
She prayed to the God up above
She said: "God, don't you see what my boy meant to me
But dear God, keep America free"
And it fills her two hands full of joy
For she did'n't know, what should there be inside
It was the last one from her darlin' boy
Dear mom, was the way that it started
Lord, I miss you so much, I didn't know
But mom, I didn't know, that I loved you so
But I'll prove it when this war is won
But I'm writing this letter down in the trench, ma
And don't you scold if the writin's, if the writin's not so neat
Don't scold as you did when I was kid
When I come home with mud on my feet
Well the old mother's han started trembling
They trembled with shame that's not known
And the tеars, then they came but thеy came on a shame
For the letter was signed with no name
That night as she knelt by her bedside
She prayed to the God up above
She said: "God, don't you see what my boy meant to me
But dear God, keep America free"
( Gene Vincent )
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