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 wont
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
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/niufull 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.