Well, I used to hang out down at the VFW HallAnd stare at the photographs up on the wallOf the neighborhood boys that died in the wars we've been throughAnd the hand-lettered sign that said, remember Jimmy McGrewWell, Jimmy went to NAMM back in 1965But there's a lot of men here that think Jimmy McGrew's still aliveThough they carved his name on a stone in Washington, D.C.His brother said, that stone don't prove a thing to meIt's Veterans Day and the skies are grayLeave the uniforms home cause there ain't gonna be a paradeBut we'll fill up a glass for the ones that didn't make it throughAnd leave a light in the darkIn the winter tonight for Jimmy McGrewThere's a hot rain falling on the back streets of SiagunThere's an old soldier stumbling down the alley with his mama's sonLord, his eyes are cloudy and his armsAre black and blueHe's just hanging by a thread and he looks like Jimmy McGrewIt's Veterans DayAnd the skies are grayLeave the uniforms home cause there ain't gonna be a paradeBut we'll fill up a glass for the ones that didn't make it throughAnd leave a light in the winter tonight for Jimmy McGrewAnd keep it burning brightThere may still be a lot of Jimmy McGrews over thereBut we'll fill up a glass for the ones that didn't make it throughAnd leave a light in the winter tonight for Jimmy McGrewBut we'll fill up a glass for the ones that didn't make it through