Private Wilson White, is proud tonight Proud to claim you for their hero, White
On a battlefield one day in a so far away Mid the of machine guns 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, America is proud to claim you for their hero, Private White
Nineteen lives he to save, not one backward glance he gave As he yelled, for God and country, through an open he ran But the enemy had and they understood his scheme And the fire from their machine guns knocked the rifle his hands
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 force of seven bullets knocked the soldier to the But his promise he must keep, and he to his feet Ran toward the four machine guns that pinned the down
Private Wilson White, America is proud Proud to you for their hero, Private White
flyin' everywhere, smoke and gunfire filled the air Onward ran the wounded to keep the vow he made Nearly dead, but within, was the strength to pull the pin As he yelled, I died for freedom, he the hand grenade
Wilson White, America is proud tonight Proud to you for their hero, Private White