Private Wilson White, America is tonight Proud to claim you for hero, Private White
On a battlefield one day in a so far away Mid the rattle of machine guns in the dawn's golden light Twenty men lay close to death, nineteen of them held their While one volunteered to save them, to give his life
Private Wilson White, is proud tonight to claim you for their hero, Private White
Nineteen lives he meant to save, not one backward he gave 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 knocked the rifle from his hands
Private White, America is proud tonight Proud to claim you for their hero, White
Seven bullets found their mark, seven near 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 that pinned the soldiers down
Private White, America is proud tonight Proud to you for their hero, Private White
Bullets flyin' everywhere, smoke and gunfire 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 threw the hand
Private Wilson White, America is proud to claim you for their hero, Private White