American Aquarium - Month Full Of Sundays lyrics
[American Aquarium - Month Full Of Sundays lyrics]
He got word the thirteenth day of
January nineteen forty two and when
His country came a calling he knew
What had to do dressed
In white he left port aboard the
Uss Arizona and left his
Wife and baby girl high in
The hills of North Carolina
He said I don't know how long I'll be
But, you know that I always find a
Way i hope that ya'll won't
Worry about me because I'll be home
In a month full of Sundays
Well the days grew long and the nights
Grew cold without any word from
The outside world every night he'd close
His eyes and see Caroline
His new born baby girl
The visions of Elizabeth
Her golden hair glistening
In the sun and every night he'd
Lie awake and scream, "Lord
What has Roosevelt gone and done"
He said I don't know how long I'll be
But, I know that you
Always find a way i hope they
Don't worry about me and lord
Get me home in a month full of Sundays
Well after two long years aboard the deck
Of the uss Arizona he went and
Got his papers and was headed west to
A port in Pensacola when his
Greyhound crunched to a stop on the solid
Ground of western North Carolina his
Wife and his baby girl we're waiting
There to take him home take
Him back down the old dirt road
His grandpa used to plow before
The Great War take him
Back down the holler that leads up by old man
William's general store take him back down to
The big tall pine where him
And Elizabeth pledged there love take him
Back down, take him back down
And take him back down to the
Place that he calls home
He said I didn't know how long I'd be
But, I knew that i'd always find a way i hope
Ya'll didn't worry about me
Because I got home in a month full of Sundays
January nineteen forty two and when
His country came a calling he knew
What had to do dressed
In white he left port aboard the
Uss Arizona and left his
Wife and baby girl high in
The hills of North Carolina
He said I don't know how long I'll be
But, you know that I always find a
Way i hope that ya'll won't
Worry about me because I'll be home
In a month full of Sundays
Well the days grew long and the nights
Grew cold without any word from
The outside world every night he'd close
His eyes and see Caroline
His new born baby girl
The visions of Elizabeth
Her golden hair glistening
In the sun and every night he'd
Lie awake and scream, "Lord
What has Roosevelt gone and done"
He said I don't know how long I'll be
But, I know that you
Always find a way i hope they
Don't worry about me and lord
Get me home in a month full of Sundays
Well after two long years aboard the deck
Of the uss Arizona he went and
Got his papers and was headed west to
A port in Pensacola when his
Greyhound crunched to a stop on the solid
Ground of western North Carolina his
Wife and his baby girl we're waiting
There to take him home take
Him back down the old dirt road
His grandpa used to plow before
The Great War take him
Back down the holler that leads up by old man
William's general store take him back down to
The big tall pine where him
And Elizabeth pledged there love take him
Back down, take him back down
And take him back down to the
Place that he calls home
He said I didn't know how long I'd be
But, I knew that i'd always find a way i hope
Ya'll didn't worry about me
Because I got home in a month full of Sundays