He wrote a letter on his birthday
From a quaint little German town
All his buddies signed the flag they gave,
The one that he tore down
Had a swastica in the middle
The symbol of hate and scorn
But he sent it home as a memory
on the day that he was born.
They had holed up in a cellar
on a hill the night before
the bombs they kept a coming
while they crouched down by the door
When morning came, the soldiers ran
To cross the river Saar
And the Germans there in Dillingen
Couldn’t stop my grandpa’s war
They marched on up to Belgium
When Patton’s name was called
My grandpa rescued from Bastogne
The G eyes that were stalled
They pushed on across Europe
and crossed the mighty Rhine
My grandpa was a hero
at least he’s always mine.
I went on over to Germany
just 20 years ago
Drove a car on down to Dillingen
To see if it was so
Saw the bunkers by the river
And the streets where he did fight
And the flag poles flew in freedom
Cuz what my grandpa did that night.
Yes the flags they fly in freedom there
Cuz what my grandpa did that night.
Nineteen forty four
Crossed the mighty Siegfried Line
All the men, Tough Ombres were
They stood the test of time
When we look back at what they did
The ones who lived and died
My grandpa and his buddies there
Were heroes,
And heroes never die!