I walked through a county courthouse square
On a park bench, an old man was sittin' there
I said, "Your old court house is kinda run down"
He said, "Naw, it'll do for our little town"
I said, "Your old flag pole is leaned a little bit
And that's a ragged old flag you got hangin' on it".
He said, "Have a seat" and I sat down
"Is this the first time you've been to our little town"
I said, "I think it is"
He said "I don't like to brag, but we're kinda proud of
That Ragged Old Flag"
"You see, we got a little hole in that flag there
when Washington took it across the Delaware.
It got powder burned the night Francis Scott Key sat watching it,
writing "Say Can You See"
It got a bad rip in New Orleans,
with Packingham & Jackson tugging at its seams.
And it almost fell at the Alamo beside the Texas flag,
but she waved on though.
She got cut with a sword at Chancellorsville,
and she got cut again at Shiloh Hill.
There was Robert E. Lee, Beauregard and Bragg,
And the south wind blew hard on That Ragged Old Flag
"On Flanders Field in World War I, she got a big hole from a Bertha Gun,
She turned blood red in World War II. she hung limp, and low, a time or two
She was in Korea and Vietnam
She went where she was sent by her Uncle Sam.
She waved from our ships upon the briny foam
and now they've about quit wavin' back here at home
"In her own good land here she's been abused,
She's been burned, dishonored, denied an' refused
And the government for which she stands is
scandalized throughout out the land.
And she's getting thread bare, and she's wearin' thin
But she's in good shape, for the shape she's in
'Cause she's been through the fire before
and I believe she can take a whole lot more"
"So we raise her up every morning and we take her down slow every night
We don't let her touch the ground and we fold her up right.
On second thought, I do like to brag
Cause I'm mighty proud of That Ragged Old Flag"
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