I walked through a county courthouse square
On a park bench, an old man was sitting there
I said, "Your old courthouse is kinda run down"
He said, "Naw, it'll do for our little town"
I said, "Your old flagpole is leaned a little bit"
And that's a ragged old flag you got hanging 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
And it got powder-burned the night that Francis Scott Key
Sat watching it, writing "Say Can You See"
And it got a bad rip in New Orleans
With Packingham and 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, 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 waving her back here at home
In her own good land here, she's been abused
She's been burned, dishonored, denied, and refused

And the government for which she stands
Is scandalized throughout the land
And she's getting threadbare and wearing 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
We take her down 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" Writer/s: John Cash
Publisher: BMG Rights Management
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