I walked through a county courthouse square On a park bench an old man was sittin' there I said your old courthouse is kinda run down He siad naw it'll do for our little town I said you're old flagpole has leaned a little bit And that 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 hr 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 Delaware And it got powder burned the night that Francis Scott Key Sat watching it writin' Say Can You See And it got a bad rip in New Orleans When Packingham and Jackson tuggin' at its seems 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 in 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 1 she got a big hole from a Bertha gun She turned blood red in World War 2 she hung limp and low by time or two She was in Kerea 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 back here at home In her own good land here she's been abused She's been burned dishonored denied refused And the government for which she stands is scandalized throughout the land And she's gettin' threatbare 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 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
