Nothing worth writing home about.

Verse 1

I packed my bag in ‘41, with a Bible and a gun,

Kissed my mama on the porch, said, “I’ll be back when it’s done.”

The train whistle blew, and the fields faded out of sight,

Bound for a war-torn world, under foreign starlight.

Chorus

There’s nothin’ worth writing home about, just smoke and shattered ground,

Bullets singin’ through the air, a lonesome, awful sound.

I shield you from the truth, keep the darkness from your door,

This war’s a heavy load, but it’s mine, not yours, to bore.

Nothin’ to write home about, just pray I make it out.

Verse 2

In the trenches, mud and rain, we hunker down till dawn,

Boys I called my brothers, some are here, some gone.

The sky lights up with fire, and the earth shakes where I stand,

I see things no pen could hold, no heart could understand.

Chorus

There’s nothin’ worth writing home about, just smoke and shattered ground,

Bullets singin’ through the air, a lonesome, awful sound.

I shield you from the truth, keep the darkness from your door,

This war’s a heavy load, but it’s mine, not yours, to bore.

Nothin’ to write home about, just pray I make it out.

Bridge

I dream of your letters, ’bout the farm and Sunday choir,

The way the willows sway, and the glow of the fire.

But I can’t tell you ’bout the screams, or the blood that stains the clay,

So I write, “I’m doin’ fine,” and send the page your way.

Verse 3

The stars don’t shine as bright out here, the nights are cold and long,

I hum that old hymn you love, to keep my spirit strong.

I carry your picture close, in a pocket near my heart,

And pray this war don’t break me, or tear our world apart.

Chorus

There’s nothin’ worth writing home about, just smoke and shattered ground,

Bullets singin’ through the air, a lonesome, awful sound.

I shield you from the truth, keep the darkness from your door,

This war’s a heavy load, but it’s mine, not yours, to bore.

Nothin’ to write home about, just pray I make it out.

Outro

So I’ll keep my letters simple, ’bout the weather and the sky,

Never mention all the reasons I wake up and cry.

One day I’ll walk that dirt road, to the home I’m dreamin’ of,

Till then, there’s nothin’ to write home about, just send my love.