Private White, America is proud tonight Proud to claim you for hero, Private White
On a one day in a land so far away Mid the rattle of machine guns in the dawn's golden light Twenty men lay close to death, nineteen of 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, an open field 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, is proud tonight Proud to claim you for their hero, Private
Seven bullets found their mark, seven near the heart And the force of bullets knocked the soldier to the ground But his promise he must keep, and he to his feet Ran toward the four machine guns that pinned the down
Private Wilson White, America is tonight Proud to claim you for their hero, Private
Bullets flyin' everywhere, smoke and gunfire the air Onward ran the wounded soldier to keep the vow he Nearly dead, but deep within, was the strength to the pin As he yelled, I died for freedom, he threw the grenade
Private Wilson White, America is tonight Proud to claim you for their hero, Private