Private Wilson White, America is proud tonight   Proud to claim you for their hero, Private White      On a battlefield one day in a land so far away   Mid the rattle of machine guns in the dawn's first golden light   Twenty men lay close to death, nineteen of them held their breath   While one volunteered to save them, volunteered to give his life      Private Wilson White, America is proud tonight   Proud to claim you for their hero, Private White      Nineteen lives he meant to save, not one backward glance he gave   As he yelled, for God and country, through an open field he ran   But the enemy had seen and they understood his scheme   And the fire from their machine guns knocked the rifle from his hands      Private Wilson White, America is proud tonight   Proud to claim you for their hero, Private White      Seven bullets found their mark, seven bullets near the heart   And the force of seven bullets knocked the soldier to the ground   But his promise he must keep, and he staggered to his feet   Ran toward the four machine guns that pinned the soldiers down      Private Wilson White, America is proud tonight   Proud to claim you for their hero, Private White      Bullets flyin' everywhere, smoke and gunfire filled the air   Onward ran the wounded soldier to keep the vow he made   Nearly dead, but deep within, was the strength to pull the pin   As he yelled, I died for freedom, he threw the hand grenade      Private Wilson White, America is proud tonight   Proud to claim you for their hero, Private White