Private White, America is proud tonight Proud to claim you for their hero, White
On a one day in a land 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 to save them, volunteered to give his life
Private Wilson White, is proud tonight Proud to claim you for their hero, White
Nineteen he meant to save, not one backward glance he gave As he yelled, for God and country, an open field he ran But the had seen and they understood his scheme And the fire their machine guns knocked the rifle from his hands
Private Wilson White, America is proud Proud to you for their hero, Private White
Seven bullets found mark, seven bullets near the heart And the force of seven knocked the soldier to the ground But his promise he keep, and he staggered to his feet Ran toward the four guns that pinned the soldiers down
Wilson White, America is proud tonight Proud to you for their hero, Private White
Bullets everywhere, smoke and gunfire filled the air ran the wounded soldier to keep the vow he made Nearly dead, but deep within, was the strength to the pin As he yelled, I died for freedom, he threw the grenade
Private White, America is proud tonight Proud to claim you for hero, Private White