Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Tread on Me (Harlem Hellfighters), artist - 1914. Date of issue: 21.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Don't Tread on Me (Harlem Hellfighters) |
| My name is private Johnson, I’m from AEF |
| The 369th Infantry Regiment. |
| From Harlem to France, from ghetto to trench |
| And honestly, here’s not much difference |
| May 15th, an enemy patrol around twenty huns |
| Me and a box of grenades, I threw it all then took up my rifle, c’mon |
| 191 days under fire, never retire |
| Men of Bronze go forward or die |
| Hold one’s ground that’s why they call us Hellfighters |
| God knows I give as good as I got |
| The fucking Labelle had a magazine clip of just three rounds and I fired it all |
| There was no time for reloading |
| I swung my rifle and brought it down with a thrown blow upon the enemy’s head |
| He went down crying and close-in fighting began |
| I stabbed one Jerry in the stomach, felled a lieutenant and took a pistol shot |
| in my arm before driving his knife between the ribs of a soldier who had |
| climbed on my back |
| I killed four boches and wounded maybe ten or maybe five more can’t count it |
| well |
| The only weapon left is my bolo knife |
| So I climbed up from the ground and charged, hacking away at the foes |
| There wasn’t anything so fine about it |
| Just fought for my life |
| A rabbit would have done that |