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 soldiers sleep 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 hе came through Let them fall facе 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 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 are still there when I sleep
Crosses grow on Anzio Where no soldiers 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