I used to hang out down at the local VFW hall Lord, I was staring at a photograph up on the wall Of all the boys in the neighbourhood who died back in World War Two And the hand lettered sign said, 'Remember our Jimmy McGrew' Well, Jimmy went away back in 1965 There's a lot of men here think that Jimmy McGrew's still alive They carved his name on a stone down in Washington, DC But his brother says, "That stone don't mean a damn thing to me" It's veteran's day and the skies are grey Leave your uniforms home, boys, there ain't gonna be a parade But we'll fill up a glass for the ones that didn't make it through, yeah Hey, leave a light in the window tonight for Jimmy McGrew There's a hot rain falling on the back streets of Saigon And there's a white man running down the alley with his mama-san But lord, his eyes are cloudy and his arms are black and blue And he's a-hanging by a thread and he looks like our Jimmy McGrew It's veteran's day and the skies are grey Leave your uniforms home, boys, there ain't gonna be a parade But we'll fill up a glass for the ones that didn't make it through, yeah Hey, leave a light in the window tonight for Jimmy McGrew Yeah, leave a light in the window tonight for Jimmy McGrew