Private Wilson White, America is proud Proud to claim you for hero, Private White
On a battlefield one day in a land so far Mid the rattle of machine in the dawn's first golden light men lay close to death, nineteen of them held their breath While one volunteered to save them, to give his life
Wilson 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, through an open he ran But the had seen and they understood his scheme And the fire from machine guns knocked the rifle from his hands
Private Wilson White, America is tonight Proud to you for their hero, Private White
bullets found their mark, seven bullets near the heart And the force of seven bullets knocked the soldier to the But his he must 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
flyin' everywhere, smoke and gunfire filled the air Onward ran the wounded soldier to the vow he made dead, but deep within, was the strength to pull the pin As he yelled, I for freedom, he threw the hand grenade
Private White, America is proud tonight Proud to claim you for their hero, Private