Don't Tread on Me (Harlem Hellfighters)
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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
191 days under fire, never retire
Men of Bronze go forward or die
Hold one's ground that's why they call us
Hellfighters
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
191 days under fire, never retire
Men of Bronze go forward or die
Hold one's ground that's why they call us
Hellfighters
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[01:37.28] My name is private Johnson, I'm from AEF
[01:41.83] The 369th Infantry Regiment
[01:45.42] From Harlem to France
[01:47.44] From ghetto to trench
[01:49.69] And honestly, here's not much difference
[01:53.73] May 15th, an enemy patrol around twenty huns
[02:00.91] Me and a box of grenades, I threw it all
[02:05.63] Then took up my rifle, c'mon
[02:25.43] 191 days under fire, never retire
[02:31.18] Men of Bronze go forward or die
[02:35.18] Hold one's ground that's why they call us
[02:39.36] Hellfighters
[03:01.39] God knows I give as good as I got
[03:04.54] The fucking Labelle had a magazine clip of
[03:09.07] Just three rounds and I fired it all
[03:12.77] There was no time for reloading
[03:17.56] I swung my rifle
[03:19.53] And brought it down with a thrown blow upon the enemy's head
[03:25.45] He went down
[03:27.34] Crying
[03:29.41] And close-in fighting began
[04:05.57] I stabbed one Jerry in the stomach
[04:13.28] Felled a lieutenant and took a pistol shot
[04:19.91] In my arm before driving his knife between the ribs
[04:28.68] Of a soldier who had climbed on my back
[05:49.45] I killed four boches and wounded maybe ten
[05:53.21] Or maybe five more can't count it well
[05:57.34] The only weapon left is my bolo knife
[06:01.61] So I climbed up from the ground and charged, hacking away at the foes
[06:09.68] There wasn't anything so fine about it
[06:13.69] Just fought for my life
[06:17.09] A rabbit would have done that
[06:37.29] 191 days under fire, never retire
[06:43.42] Men of Bronze go forward or die
[06:47.23] Hold one's ground that's why they call us
[06:51.99] Hellfighters
[06:56.75]
[01:41.83] The 369th Infantry Regiment
[01:45.42] From Harlem to France
[01:47.44] From ghetto to trench
[01:49.69] And honestly, here's not much difference
[01:53.73] May 15th, an enemy patrol around twenty huns
[02:00.91] Me and a box of grenades, I threw it all
[02:05.63] Then took up my rifle, c'mon
[02:25.43] 191 days under fire, never retire
[02:31.18] Men of Bronze go forward or die
[02:35.18] Hold one's ground that's why they call us
[02:39.36] Hellfighters
[03:01.39] God knows I give as good as I got
[03:04.54] The fucking Labelle had a magazine clip of
[03:09.07] Just three rounds and I fired it all
[03:12.77] There was no time for reloading
[03:17.56] I swung my rifle
[03:19.53] And brought it down with a thrown blow upon the enemy's head
[03:25.45] He went down
[03:27.34] Crying
[03:29.41] And close-in fighting began
[04:05.57] I stabbed one Jerry in the stomach
[04:13.28] Felled a lieutenant and took a pistol shot
[04:19.91] In my arm before driving his knife between the ribs
[04:28.68] Of a soldier who had climbed on my back
[05:49.45] I killed four boches and wounded maybe ten
[05:53.21] Or maybe five more can't count it well
[05:57.34] The only weapon left is my bolo knife
[06:01.61] So I climbed up from the ground and charged, hacking away at the foes
[06:09.68] There wasn't anything so fine about it
[06:13.69] Just fought for my life
[06:17.09] A rabbit would have done that
[06:37.29] 191 days under fire, never retire
[06:43.42] Men of Bronze go forward or die
[06:47.23] Hold one's ground that's why they call us
[06:51.99] Hellfighters
[06:56.75]