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

[Chorus]

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


[Chorus]
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


[Solo]

[Chorus]

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