Whitey looks old, he's out in the cold Watching his world disappear Sick to his soul, he just got rolled It was all he had for a beer He went to the war, whatever for Did what they all told him to After all this time, he'll look you in the eye And swear they did not lose He swears they did not lose
Chorus: There's a long black wall near the Washington Mall You can look but you won't find his name He's not lost or dead, he's just one of them Who was never ever the same Still standing his post in the rain
Whitey's divorced, you'll say, of course, She couldn't get past his thousand-yard stare They married young, before he joined up And she cried how it wasn't fair Now I don't pry; folks have pride But I know she left him alone It stuck in my head - the time he said, It's like I never came home It's like I never came home
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Whitey's my friend, I talk to him when I'm walking through town on my way I'm good for a buck, I wish him luck And he'll say, "It's looking like rain" I can't help but smile, his stories are wild It's hard to know how much is true But he's on the street and don't it seem He paid for the price of a room Didn't he pay for the price of a room
