Old Letter Song

I heard a corny old letter song on the radio a while back

I hadn't heard one in so long I wanted to laugh

You know the kind of song I mean

Where they take a world like mother

And say, M is for the many things she did

And I thought to myself, oh, brother

Well this one was about home

And I listened while the sad boys sang this song

H is for humble, for that's the kind of home

Where you learn to love one another

And lovin' makes you strong

O is for one and only

For that's the only one you'll ever know

For you have one father and one mother

That kiss away your tears when day is gone

M is for the memories

That will make you hold fast to the right

No matter how many wise guys try to line you up for a trip outta sight

And E is for everything for really that is what home is

No matter if you're the father, the mother, or the kid

I was holdin' back the teardrops

When the record stopped

And the last laugh was on me, for you see

It had turned back the clock

And mama was rocking me to sleep again

While daddy mowed the lawn

And it sounded very much like this old letter song