Merle Haggard - Soldiers last letter

^CI''m writing this down in a t^Grench Mom Don''t scold if it isn''t so^C neat The way that you did when ^DI was a kid And I''d ^Gcome home with mud on my^C feet

^CThe captain just gave us our o^Grders And Mom we will carry them th^Crough And I''ll finish this letter the f^Dirst chance I get But for n^Gow I''ll just say I love ^Cyou

^CThen the mother''s old hands began to ^Gtremble As she fought against tears in her e^Cyes But they came unashamed for th^Dere was no name And she k^Gnew that her Soldier had d^Cied

^CThen the mother knelt by her beds^Gide And she prayed ''God above hear my ^Cplea And protect all the sons that a^Dre fighting this war And dear G^God keep America f^Cree ^A

I''m w^Driting this down in a t^Arench Mom [Outro] Don''t scold if it isn''t so n^Deat