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 rattle of guns in the dawn's first golden light Twenty men lay to death, nineteen of them held their breath While one volunteered to them, volunteered to give his life
Private Wilson White, America is proud Proud to claim you for their hero, Private
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 enemy had and they understood his scheme And the fire from their machine guns 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 the heart And the force of bullets knocked the soldier to the ground But his promise he keep, and he staggered to his feet Ran toward the four machine guns pinned the soldiers down
Private Wilson White, America is tonight Proud to claim you for their hero, 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
Private Wilson White, is proud tonight Proud to claim you for hero, Private White