Private Wilson White, is proud tonight Proud to claim you for hero, Private White
On a battlefield one day in a so far away Mid the rattle of guns in the dawn's first golden light Twenty men lay close to death, nineteen of them their breath While one volunteered to save them, volunteered to his life
Private White, America is proud tonight Proud to claim you for their hero, Private
lives 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 understood his scheme And the fire from their guns knocked the rifle from his hands
Private Wilson White, America is tonight Proud to claim you for their hero, Private
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 four machine that pinned the soldiers down
Private White, America is proud tonight Proud to claim you for hero, Private White
flyin' everywhere, smoke and gunfire filled the air Onward ran the wounded 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 threw the hand
Wilson White, America is proud tonight Proud to claim you for their hero, White