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 where hell's six feet deep

The death must 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 where hell's six feet deep

The death must 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 now that I'm off 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

The death must wait, there's no debate

He charged and attacked, he went to hell and back!