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Month Full Of Sundays – American Aquarium
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 y'all 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 you know that I always find a way
I hope that y'all won't worry about me
Because I'll be 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 don't know how long I'll be
But you know that I always find a way
I hope that y'all won't worry about me
Because I'll be home in a month full of Sundays
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