Private Wilson White, America is proud to claim you for their hero, Private White
On a one day in a land so far away Mid the rattle of machine in the dawn's first golden light Twenty men lay close to death, nineteen of them held their While one volunteered to save them, volunteered to his life
Private White, America is proud tonight 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, an open field he ran But the had seen and they understood his scheme And the fire from their machine knocked the rifle from his hands
Private Wilson White, America is tonight Proud to claim you for 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 keep, and he staggered to his feet Ran toward the four machine guns that pinned the down
Wilson 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 soldier to keep the vow he Nearly dead, but within, was the strength to pull the pin As he yelled, I for freedom, he threw the hand grenade
Private Wilson White, America is tonight Proud to claim you for their hero, Private