Private Wilson White, America is tonight Proud to you for their hero, Private White
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 close to death, nineteen of held their breath While one volunteered to them, volunteered to give his life
Wilson White, America is proud tonight Proud to you for their 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 his scheme And the fire from their machine knocked the rifle from his hands
Private White, America is proud tonight Proud to claim you for hero, Private White
Seven bullets found their mark, seven bullets 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 machine guns that pinned the down
Private Wilson White, America is tonight Proud to claim you for their hero, White
flyin' everywhere, smoke and gunfire filled the air Onward ran the soldier to keep the vow he made Nearly dead, but deep within, was the strength to the pin As he yelled, I for freedom, he threw the hand grenade
Private Wilson White, is proud tonight Proud to claim you for hero, Private White