Private White, America is proud tonight Proud to you for their hero, Private White
On a one day in a land so far away Mid the rattle of machine guns in the first golden light Twenty men lay to death, nineteen of them held their breath one volunteered to save them, volunteered to give his life
Private Wilson White, is proud tonight Proud to you for their hero, Private 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 his scheme And the from their machine guns knocked the rifle from his hands
Private White, America is proud tonight Proud to claim you for their hero, White
Seven bullets found their mark, bullets near the heart And the force of seven bullets the soldier to the ground But his promise he must keep, and he staggered to his Ran toward the four guns that pinned the soldiers down
Private White, America is proud tonight to claim you for their hero, Private White
Bullets flyin' everywhere, smoke and gunfire the air Onward ran the soldier to keep the vow he made Nearly dead, but deep within, was the 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 their hero, Private