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Michael John Montgomery Letters From Home

same in Johnson Ville Your stubborn old 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 I

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 I

Flat tire on the interstate; Too many nights of workin' too late. Had a run in with an old memory. No, it ain't been the best of weeks. But it goes

C'mon sugar, atke off your sneakers C'mon Baby, let down your hair I wanna see what's behind those glasses I gotta know what's under there Don't worry

ought to be They talk about stars and the latest syles They don't talk about much that seem worthwile Meanwhile.. (Chorus:) Me and my baby slip under the covers Get away from

After driving all night Daddy stopped the car Said, "Wake up kids, here we are This is our new home" From that Oldsmobile all I could see Was an ocean

He really liked flannel with big bore arms. If you looked in his closet, it was all that you saw. He'd dress up on Sunday; a body looked neat, In a green