Dear John



I was a Wrangler Jean wearing teen

Who yielded a Skoal Wintergreen back pocket ring

I drove a 73 Volkswagen Van and I rodeoed all over this land

But I was ready to be her rodeo man



We both made it through 9/11

Her heart was set on Kent State and mine on Parris Island

I had a class ring for a wedding band and a promise to her already planned

That I would return from war to my homeland



Bullets and bad dudes often take the lives of our young guys

But the plain words that are wrote in one singular note

Can create more destruction and pain than any one person can explain

Dear John, is her name



But I couldn’t get this woman to marry me

It took me going off to war for her to see

Her love carried me past distant shores and palm trees

My Dear John’s name was Carrie Lee



When my Dear John caught up to me

I was on light duty from a bullet wound just below my knee

No training I ever received could prepare me for what I would read

If you die in Iraq, it wouldn’t bother me



My Dear John goes on to say

I no longer love you anymore and, on this relationship, I’m closing the door

While you have been far away my feelings have ventured astray

Her words left me confused and torn



While a tiny part of me died inside

I knew in a matter of no time I would be back on the outside of the line

I took Dear John and folded her up and caught the next convoy truck

Linking back up with Easy Company



And on that dusty dirty ride, I did decide

It would take more than a Dear John from Carrie Lee to hinder me

I have more guts, glory, and pride than any man she would ever find

Screw you Dear John, I’m a United States Marine