short man from Texas a man of the wild
Thrown [bad word] where bodies lie piled
Hides his emotions his blood [bad word] 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 [bad word] back

Crosses grow on Anzio
Where no soldiers sleep
And where [bad word] is six feet deep
That death does wait there's no debate
So charge and attack
Going to [bad word] and back

man of the 15th a man of can do
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 [bad word] and came back

Crosses grow on Anzio
Where no soldiers sleep
And where [bad word] is six feet deep
That death does wait there's no debate
So charge and attack
Going to [bad word] and back

Oh gather round me
And listen while I speak
Of a war where [bad word] is six feet deep
And all along the shore
Where cannons still roar
They're haunting my dreams
They are still there when I sleep

We saw crosses grow on Anzio
Where no soldiers sleep
And where [bad word] is six feet deep
That death does wait there's no debate
He charge and attack
He went to [bad word] and back

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