Ronnie D. Foster

WHEN I FIGHT THE DEVIL

They came charging up that hill late at night.
They were dying on my left and on my right.
In that living hell I heard my name,
Standing there in the rain,
The Devil, locked in my sites.
I had the Devil locked in my sites.

He shot at me with blood from his eyes.
When I fired right back I knew he wouldn’t die.
He came for me, I said not yet.
I stood my ground with a fixed bayonet.
I met the Devil in hand-to-hand that night.
I met the Devil in hand-to-hand that night.

I hardly felt the pain,
We battled in the rain,
Like mad dogs in the mud,
We tasted blood.
Fought like the Devil,
When I fought the Devil,
That night.

Now sometimes he still comes around at night.
But he knows I won’t go without a fight.
In that living hell he calls my name,
Standing there in the rain,
The Devil locked in my sites.
I meet the Devil in hand-to-hand at night.
Fight like the Devil,
When I fight the Devil,
At night.