Private Wilson White, America is proud to claim you for their 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 White, America is proud tonight Proud to you for their hero, Private White
Nineteen lives he meant to save, not one backward 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 guns knocked the rifle his hands
Private Wilson White, America is proud to claim you for their hero, Private White
Seven bullets found their mark, seven bullets the heart And the force of seven bullets knocked the soldier to the But his promise he must keep, and he staggered to his Ran toward the four machine guns that pinned the down
Private Wilson White, is proud tonight to claim you for their hero, Private White
Bullets flyin' everywhere, smoke and filled the air Onward ran the 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 threw the grenade
Private Wilson White, is proud tonight Proud to you for their hero, Private White