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 NAMM 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, D.C.
His brother said, that stone don't prove a thing to me
It's Veterans Day and the skies are gray
Leave the uniforms home cause there ain't gonna 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 dark

In the winter tonight for Jimmy McGrew
There's a hot rain falling on the back streets of Siagun
There's an old soldier stumbling down the alley with his mama's son
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 Veterans Day
And the skies are gray
Leave the uniforms home cause there ain't gonna 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 winter tonight for Jimmy McGrew
And keep it burning bright
There may still be a lot of Jimmy McGrews over there
But we'll fill up a glass for the ones that didn't make it through
And leave a light in the winter tonight for Jimmy McGrew
But we'll fill up a glass for the ones that didn't make it through