Private Wilson White, America is proud Proud to claim you for hero, Private White
On a battlefield one day in a so far away Mid the of machine guns in the dawn's first golden light Twenty men lay close to death, nineteen of held their breath While one volunteered to save them, to give his life
Private Wilson White, is proud tonight Proud to you for their hero, Private White
Nineteen lives he meant to save, not one backward glance he As he yelled, for God and country, through an field he ran But the had seen and they understood his scheme And the fire from their guns knocked the rifle from his hands
Wilson 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 knocked the soldier to the ground But his he must keep, and he staggered to his feet Ran toward the machine guns that pinned the soldiers down
Private Wilson White, America is tonight Proud to claim you for hero, Private White
Bullets flyin' everywhere, smoke and gunfire the air Onward ran the wounded soldier to the vow he made Nearly dead, but deep within, was the strength to the pin As he yelled, I for freedom, he threw the hand grenade
Private Wilson White, America is tonight Proud to you for their hero, Private White