Well I used to hang out down at the VFW hall
And stare at the photographs up on the wall
Of the neighborhood boys that died in the wars we´ve been through
And the hand lettered sign that said remember Jimmy McGrew

Well Jimmy went to Nam back in 1965
But there´s a lot of men here that think Jimmy McGrew´s still alive
Though they carved his name on a stone in Washington DC
His brother said, that stone doesn´t prove a thing to me

It´s veteran´s day and the skies are gray
Leave the uniforms home because there isn´t going to be a parade
But we´ll fill up a glass for the ones that didn´t make it through
And leave a light in the window tonight for Jimmy McGrew

There´s a hot rain falling on the back streets of Saigon

There´s an old soldier stumbling down the alley with his mama
Lord his eyes are cloudy and his arms are black and blue
He´s just hanging by a thread and he looks like Jimmy McGrew

It´s veteran´s day and the skies are gray
Leave the uniforms home because there isn´t going to be a parade
But we´ll fill up a glass for the ones that didn´t make it through
And leave a light in the window tonight for Jimmy McGrew