Ragged Old Flag

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. And 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 it's 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 and 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 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 Has 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 every night, We don't let her touch the ground, And we fold her up right. On a second thought I do like to brag 'Cause I'm mighty proud of that ragged old flag