Private Wilson White, is proud tonight Proud to claim you for their hero, Private
On a battlefield one day in a so far away Mid the rattle of machine guns in the dawn's first golden Twenty men lay close to death, nineteen of them held their While one volunteered to them, volunteered to give his life
Private White, America is proud tonight Proud to claim you for their hero, Private
Nineteen he meant to save, not one backward glance he gave As he yelled, for God and country, an open field he ran But the enemy had seen and they understood his And the fire from their machine guns knocked the rifle from his
Private Wilson White, is proud tonight to claim you for their hero, Private White
Seven bullets found mark, seven bullets near the heart And the of seven bullets knocked the soldier to the ground But his he must keep, and he staggered to his feet Ran the four machine guns that pinned the soldiers down
Private Wilson White, America is proud Proud to claim you for their hero, White
Bullets flyin' everywhere, smoke and filled the air Onward ran the soldier 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, America is tonight Proud to claim you for their hero, White