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 in the dawn's first golden light Twenty men lay to death, nineteen of them held their breath one volunteered to save them, volunteered to give his life
Private Wilson White, is proud tonight to claim you for their hero, Private White
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 their machine guns knocked the rifle from his hands
Private White, America is proud tonight Proud to claim you for their hero, White
Seven bullets found mark, seven bullets near the heart And the force of seven knocked the soldier to the ground But his promise he keep, and he staggered to his feet Ran toward the four machine guns that the soldiers down
Wilson White, America is proud tonight Proud to claim you for their hero, White
Bullets flyin' everywhere, and gunfire filled the air Onward ran the wounded soldier to keep the vow he Nearly dead, but deep within, was the to pull the pin As he yelled, I died for freedom, he threw the hand
Private Wilson White, America is tonight Proud to claim you for their hero, White