A short man from Texas A man of the wild Thrown into combat Where bodies lie piled Hides his emotions His blood is 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 is 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 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 is 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 is six feet deep That death does wait There's no debate He charged and attack He went to hell and back
