Marty Robbins - Private Wilson White Lyrics
Private Wilson White, America is proud tonightProud to claim you for their hero, Private WhiteOn a battlefield one day in a land so far awayMid the rattle of machine guns in the dawn's first golden lightTwenty men lay close to death, nineteen of them held their breathWhile one volunteered to save them, volunteered to give his lifePrivate Wilson White, America is proud tonightProud to claim you for their hero, Private WhiteNineteen lives he meant to save, not one backward glance he gaveAs he yelled, for God and country, through an open field he ranBut the enemy had seen and they understood his schemeAnd the fire from their machine guns knocked the rifle from his handsPrivate Wilson White, America is proud tonightProud to claim you for their hero, Private WhiteSeven bullets found their mark, seven bullets near the heartAnd the force of seven bullets knocked the soldier to the groundBut his promise he must keep, and he staggered to his feetRan toward the four machine guns that pinned the soldiers downPrivate Wilson White, America is proud tonightProud to claim you for their hero, Private WhiteBullets flyin' everywhere, smoke and gunfire filled the airOnward ran the wounded soldier to keep the vow he madeNearly dead, but deep within, was the strength to pull the pinAs he yelled, I died for freedom, he threw the hand grenadePrivate Wilson White, America is proud tonightProud to claim you for their hero, Private White
