Private White, America is proud tonight to claim you for their hero, Private White
On a battlefield one day in a so far away Mid the rattle of machine guns in the dawn's first light Twenty men lay close to death, nineteen of them held breath While one volunteered to save them, volunteered to his life
Private White, America is proud tonight Proud to claim you for hero, Private White
lives he meant 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 guns knocked the rifle from his hands
Private Wilson White, America is tonight Proud to claim you for their hero, White
Seven found their 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 the four machine guns that pinned the soldiers down
Private Wilson White, America is proud to claim you for their hero, Private White
Bullets flyin' everywhere, smoke and filled the air Onward ran the wounded soldier to the vow he made Nearly dead, but deep within, was the strength to the pin As he yelled, I died for freedom, he the hand grenade
Private Wilson White, is proud tonight Proud to claim you for their hero, White