Private Wilson White, America is proud Proud to 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 golden men lay close to death, nineteen of them held their breath While one to save them, volunteered to give his life
Wilson White, America is proud tonight Proud to claim you for their hero, White
Nineteen lives he 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 machine guns knocked the rifle from his
Private Wilson White, America is tonight Proud to claim you for hero, Private White
Seven found their mark, seven bullets near the heart And the force of seven bullets knocked the to the ground But his he must keep, and he staggered to his feet Ran toward the four machine 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 died for freedom, he the hand grenade
Wilson White, America is proud tonight Proud to claim you for their hero, White