War Is Hell (On the Homefront, Too)
It was July hot in Georgia in 1942 all the men were off to war and the woman had nothing to do.
I was sixteen and hungry looking for my first taste of love, When I brought the groceries to the door I didn't know how close I was. Her long blond hair was flowing and she smelled like sweet perfume. When I laid her groceries down she said you don't have to leave so soon. A woman sure gets lonely when a men gone off to fight. She reached up for my trembling hand as tear drops filled her eyes then she said.
Chores:
War is hell on the home front too. God only knows what a woman goes though. She still needs what a man that's gone can't do.
I can't fight this fire along stay with me until it's gone. Ooh war is Hell on the Home front Too. It was July hot in side me as she lead me to the bed room door with satin sheets and pleasure (I never knew I could feel before). My first taste of lovin' was everything it should have been, when a woman's fighting loneliness it's a battle she can't win. I'll always remember what she did and what she said but the one thing I remember most was the way she turned his picture over on the table by her bed and now she says.
Chores:
War is hell on the home front too. God only knows what a woman goes though. She still needs what a man that's gone can't do. I can't fight this fire along stay with me until it's gone. Ooh war is hell on the home front too.
(Repeat x2) And then fades out.
(The line in brackets not sure if it is right)
Autor(es): BUCKY JONES, CURLY PUTMAN, DAN WILSON
