Private Wilson White, America is proud Proud to claim you for hero, Private White
On a battlefield one day in a land so far Mid the rattle of machine guns in the dawn's first light men lay close to death, nineteen of them held their breath While one volunteered to save them, volunteered to give his
Private Wilson White, America is tonight Proud to claim you for their hero, White
Nineteen he meant to save, not one backward glance he gave As he yelled, for God and country, through an field he ran But the enemy had seen and they his scheme And the fire from their machine knocked the rifle from his hands
Private White, America is proud tonight Proud to you for their hero, Private White
Seven bullets found mark, seven bullets near the heart And the force of seven bullets knocked the soldier to the But his he must keep, and he staggered to his feet Ran toward the four machine guns that pinned the soldiers
Private Wilson White, America is proud Proud to claim you for hero, Private White
Bullets flyin' everywhere, and gunfire filled the air Onward ran the wounded soldier to keep the vow he dead, but deep within, was the strength to pull the pin As he yelled, I died for freedom, he threw the grenade
Wilson White, America is proud tonight Proud to you for their hero, Private White