Private White, America is proud tonight to claim you for their hero, Private White
On a battlefield one day in a land so far 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 volunteered to save them, volunteered to give his
Private Wilson White, is proud tonight Proud to claim you for hero, Private White
lives he meant to save, not one backward glance he gave As he yelled, for God and country, through an open 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 claim you for hero, Private White
Seven bullets found their mark, seven bullets near the 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 the soldiers down
Private Wilson White, America is proud Proud to claim you for their hero, Private
Bullets everywhere, smoke and gunfire filled the air Onward ran the wounded to keep the vow he made dead, but deep 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 Proud to claim you for their hero, White