Ragged Old Flag - Live

I walked through a county courthouse square

And on a park bench an old man was sittin' there

I said, "Your old courthouse is kinda run down"

He said, "No, it'll do for our little town"

I said, "Your old flagpole's kinda 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 come 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

From Washington took it across the Delaware

And it got powder-burned the night Francis Scott Key

Sat up watchin' it writin', say, "Can you see?"

Got a little rip in New Orleans

With Packenham and Jackson tuggin' at its seams

It almost fell at the Alamo beside the Texas flag

But she waved on, though

It got cut with a sword at Chancellorsville

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 took a bad hit from a Bertha gun

She turned blood red in World War II

She hung limp and low by the time that one was through

She was in Korea, Vietnam

She went where she was sent by her Uncle Sam

The Native American Indians, the blacks, yellow, the white

All shed red blood for the Stars and Stripes

And in her own good land here she's been abused

She's been burned, dishonored, denied, refused

And the very government for which she stands

Is scandalized throughout the land

And she's gettin' threadbare and she's wearin' kinda thin

But she's in good shape for the shape she's in

'Cause she's been through the fire before

And she can take a whole lot more

So we raise her up every mornin'

And we bring her down slowly every night

We don't let her touch the ground and we fold her up right

On second thought, I guess I do like to brag

'Cause I'm mighty proud of that ragged old flag

Hallelujah

Thank you very much