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
Dead men will
never come back
Crosses grow
on Anzio
Where no
soldier sleeps
and where 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 fifteenth
a man of can do
When friends fall
around him
and 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
soldier sleeps
and where 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
soldier sleeps
and where hell's
six feet deep
That death
does wait
There's no debate
He charge and attack
He went to hell
and back