He came home to Tennessee
A young man at the end of '45
Only one of seven men in his platoon
That made it back alive

He must've seen some tough times
But he never talked too much about all that
Put his pictures and his memories in the cedar chest
Everything but his old army hat

By the time I graduated
The winds of change had blown across our land
They were burning flags and draft cards
When they bothered to take some kind of stand

And we used to laugh at grandpa
Like he was some old relic from the past
'Cause he never left the house 'less he was wearing
That funny-looking worn out army hat

Every eye was on him
Anytime that he went anywhere
They whispered and they pointed
But you could tell that grandpa didn't care

"I ain't wearing this for them", he said
"It's a whole lot more than that
For my buddies who gave everything, the least that I can do
Is keep on wearing this old army hat"

He called me up one morning
Said he'd seen it on the news on his TV
"They've opened up a monument to World War II
In Washington, DC"

"I ain't getting any younger
And I wish someone would take me to see that"
I couldn't help but think they're gonna laugh at you up there
If you show up in that silly army hat

Two strangers, both saluted
As grandpa walked up to the monument
One said, "Thank you soldier, for a job well done"
The other said, "Amen"

And a young boy said
"Sir, my daddy went to war and never make it back
Would you take a picture standing here beside me
And maybe let me wear your army hat"

Every eye was on him
And there was not a dry one in the crowd
They whispered and they pointed
And grandpa stood up extra tall and proud

He said, "Son, just keep it"
When the young boy tried his best to give it back
"You're a brave little soldier, son and every soldier needs
His very own authentic army hat"

"For your daddy who gave everything the least that I can do
Is pass on this old worn out army hat"