A short man from Texas
A man of the wild
Thrown into combat
Where bodies lie piled
Hides 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
Who went to hell and came back
Crosses grow on Anzio
Where no soldiers sleepÂ
And where hell is six feet deep
That death does wait
There's no debate
So charge and attack
Going to hell and back
A short man from Texas
A man of the wild
Thrown into combat
Where bodies lie piled
Hides 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
Who went to hell and came back
Crosses grow on Anzio
Where no soldiers sleepÂ
And where hell is six feet deep
That death does wait
There's no debate
So charge and attack
Going to hell and back