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[Verse]
I walked through a county courthouse square
On a park bench an old man was sitting there
I said "Your old court house is kind of 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 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 kind of proud of
That Ragged Old Flag
[Spoken Outro]
N.C.
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
And it got a bad rip in New Orleans With Packingham and Jackson tuggin' 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 flagOn
Flanders field in World War one She got a big hole from a Bertha gun She turned blood red in World War Two
She hung limp and low a time or two She was in Korea and Vietnam She went where she was sent by 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 moreSo 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
(supprime les barrés)