It was July hot in Georgia in 1942
All the men were off to war
and the women had nothing to do
I was sixteen and hungry,
looking for my first taste of love
When I brought the groceries to her door,
I didn't know how close I was
Her long blonde hair was flowing,
and she smelled like sweet perfume
When I laid the groceries down,
she said you don't have to leave so soon
when her man's gone off to fight
She reached out for my trembling hand
as the teardrops filled her eyes
war is hell and a home from two
what a man who's gone can do
I can't fight this fire alone,
stay with me until it's gone
Ooh, war is hell on the home front too
It was July, hot inside me,
ash led me to the bedroom door
Satin sheets and fleshers,
I never knew I could feel before
was everything it should have been
it's a battle she can't win
I'll always remember what
you said and what you did
But the one thing I remember most
is the way she turned his picture over
Face down on the table by her bed
War is hell and a home from two
what a woman goes through
what a man who's gone can do
I can't fight this fire alone
Stay with me until it's gone
Ooh, war is hell on the home front, too
War is hell on the home front, too
what a woman goes through
She's doing this for a man who's gone,
I can't fight this fire alone
Stay with me until it's gone
Ooh, war is hell on the home front, too
War is hell on the home front too
what a man who's gone can do