Linda Martell - 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