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 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
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 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
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 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