Lyrics
THE BOOTS MY MAMA WEARS David L. Graham / Chris Merkling
Dear Mom I hope you're doing well
I’m writing this all by myself
Dad says that you're lonely and it's hard to fight a war
So I drew you a picture and I worked real hard
That's me and Conner there in the yard
Standing right beside the flag you're fighting for
Tomorrow at my school it’s Mom’s day
When they ask me what you do, this is what I’m gonna say
CHORUS
My mama wears combat boots
She carries a gun and she can dang well shoot
She drives a Humvee across the sand
Defending freedom in a far off land
My Mama’s coming home real soon
But first she’s got a job to do
So for now I’m proud she’s (you’re) there
And I’m proud of the boots my mama wears
We’re sending some cookies we made with Dad
We used a mix, but they ain’t too bad
We miss the way you bake ‘em but for now we’ll get along
Dad won’t let us watch the news?I know it makes him sad, ‘cause he thinks of you
But every night we pray that God would keep you safe and strong
And sometimes I cry but dad says that’s okay
‘Cause even though I miss you I’m so proud that I can say...
CHORUS
My mama wears combat boots
She carries a gun and she can dang well shoot
She drives a Humvee across the sand
Defending freedom in a far off land
My Mama’s coming home real soon
But first she’s got a job to do
So for now I’m proud she’s (you’re) there
And I’m proud of the boots my mama wears
Dad showed us the picture of you in your wedding gown
He said you looked real good back then, but I think you’re beautiful right now
CHORUS
My mama wears combat boots
She carries a gun and she can dang well shoot
She drives a Humvee across the sand
Defending freedom in a far off land
My Mama’s coming home real soon
But first she’s got a job to do
So for now I’m proud she’s there
So for now I’m proud she’s there
And I’m proud of the boots my mama wears
