Private Wilson White, America is 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 Twenty men lay close to death, 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 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 guns knocked the rifle his hands
Private White, America is proud tonight Proud to claim you for their hero, White
Seven bullets found their mark, seven bullets the heart And the force of seven bullets knocked the to the ground But his promise he must keep, and he staggered to his Ran toward the machine guns that pinned the soldiers down
Wilson White, America is proud tonight Proud to claim you for hero, Private White
Bullets flyin' everywhere, and gunfire filled the air ran the wounded soldier to keep the vow he made Nearly dead, but deep within, was the to pull the pin As he yelled, I died for freedom, he the hand grenade
Private White, America is proud tonight Proud to claim you for hero, Private White