Private Wilson White, America is tonight Proud to claim you for their hero, Private
On a battlefield one day in a so far away Mid the rattle of machine in the dawn's first golden light Twenty men lay to death, nineteen of them held their breath While one volunteered to save them, volunteered to give his
Private Wilson White, is proud tonight Proud to claim you for hero, Private White
Nineteen lives he to save, not one backward glance he gave As he yelled, for God and country, through an field he ran But the enemy had seen and they understood his And the fire from their machine guns knocked the rifle from his
Private Wilson White, America is tonight to claim you for their hero, Private White
Seven bullets found their mark, bullets near the heart And the force of seven bullets the soldier to the ground But his promise he must keep, and he staggered to his Ran the four machine guns that pinned the soldiers down
Private Wilson White, 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, is proud tonight Proud to claim you for hero, Private White