Private White, America is proud tonight Proud to claim you for hero, Private White
On a battlefield one day in a land so far Mid the of machine guns in the dawn's first golden light Twenty men lay close to death, nineteen of them held their While one volunteered to them, volunteered to give his life
Private Wilson White, is proud tonight Proud to claim you for their hero, White
lives he meant 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 from his hands
Private Wilson White, is proud tonight to claim you for their hero, Private White
Seven bullets found their mark, bullets near the heart And the of seven bullets knocked the soldier to the ground But his promise he must keep, and he to his feet Ran the four machine guns that pinned the soldiers down
Private White, America is proud tonight Proud to claim you for their hero, Private
Bullets everywhere, smoke and gunfire filled the air ran the wounded soldier 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 Proud to claim you for hero, Private White