moneypit
11-14-2006, 05:28 PM
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 thatÃ*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 donÃ*t like to brag,
but weÃ*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 a bad rip in New Orleans,
with Packingham and 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, 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 waving her back here at home.
In her own good land here sheÃ*s been abused,
She's been burned, dishonored, denied and refused,
And the government for which she stands
Is scandalized throughout out the land.
And sheÃ*s getting thread bare, and sheÃ*s wearing thin,
But sheÃ*s in good shape, for the shape sheÃ*s in.
'Cause sheÃ*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 donÃ*t let her touch the ground,
And we fold her up right.
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 thatÃ*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 donÃ*t like to brag,
but weÃ*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 a bad rip in New Orleans,
with Packingham and 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, 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 waving her back here at home.
In her own good land here sheÃ*s been abused,
She's been burned, dishonored, denied and refused,
And the government for which she stands
Is scandalized throughout out the land.
And sheÃ*s getting thread bare, and sheÃ*s wearing thin,
But sheÃ*s in good shape, for the shape sheÃ*s in.
'Cause sheÃ*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 donÃ*t let her touch the ground,
And we fold her up right.