To Hell and Back

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

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

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 soldiers sleep

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