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 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'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 charged and attacked, he went to hell and back