A short man from Texas,
a man of the wild
Thrown into combat,
where bodies lie piled
Fights his emotions,
his blood's running cold,
just like his victories,
his story unfolds.
Bright, a white light
If there'd be any glory in war
Let it rest on men like him
(Dead men will never come back)
Crosses grow on Anzio,
where no soldiers sleep
and the hell's six feet deep
That death does wait, there's no debate
So charge and attack,
going to hell and back!
A man of the 15th, a man of can-do,
friends fall around him,
but yet he came through
let them fall face-down, if they must die,
making it easier to say goodbye
Bright a white light
If there'd be any glory in war
Let it rest on men like him
(Who went to hell and came back!)
Crosses grow on Anzio,
where no soldiers sleep
and the hell's six feet deep
That death does wait, there's no debate
So charge and attack,
going to hell and back!
Oh, gather 'round me,
and listen while I speak,
of a war, where hell is six feet deep,
and all along the shore,
where cannons still roar,
they're haunting my dreams,
they're still there when I sleep!
He saw crosses grow on Anzio,
where no soldiers sleep and
where hell's six feet deep
That death does wait, there's no debate
He charged and attacked,
he went to hell and back!
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