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