Private White, America is proud tonight Proud to claim you for hero, Private White
On a battlefield one day in a so far away Mid the of machine guns in the dawn's first golden light Twenty men lay to death, nineteen of them held their breath While one to save them, volunteered to give his life
Private Wilson White, America is proud Proud to claim you for their hero, Private
Nineteen he meant to save, not one backward glance he gave As he yelled, for God and country, through an open he ran But the had seen and they understood his scheme And the fire from their machine guns knocked the from his hands
Private Wilson White, America is proud Proud to claim you for their hero, Private
Seven bullets found their mark, seven bullets the heart And the of seven bullets knocked the soldier to the ground But his promise he must keep, and he to his feet Ran toward the machine guns that pinned the soldiers down
Private Wilson White, is proud tonight Proud to claim you for hero, Private White
Bullets everywhere, smoke and gunfire filled the air ran the wounded soldier to keep the vow he made Nearly dead, but within, was the strength to pull the pin As he yelled, I died for freedom, he the hand grenade
Private Wilson White, is proud tonight to claim you for their hero, Private White