Akira The Don, Johnny Cash - RAGGED OLD FLAG - LOFI EDIT lyrics
[Akira The Don, Johnny Cash - RAGGED OLD FLAG - LOFI EDIT lyrics]
No, I wrote that in 1975
In Binghamton, New York
Ragged Old Flag
I walked through a county courthouse square
And on a park bench an old
Man was sitting there I said
"Your old courthouse is kinda run down"
He said, "Naw
That'll do for our little town" i said
"Your old flagpole’s kind of 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 "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"
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 up watching it writing say can you see
Got a bad rip in New Orleans
Packingham and Jackson tuggin' at it's seams
It almost fell at the Alamo
Beside the Texas flag
But she waved on though
She 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 ragged old flag
On Flanders Field in World War One
She took a bad hit from a Bertha gun
She turned blood red in World War Two
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, the 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 getting threadbare
And she's wearing kind of 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 morning
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 ragged old flag
In Binghamton, New York
Ragged Old Flag
I walked through a county courthouse square
And on a park bench an old
Man was sitting there I said
"Your old courthouse is kinda run down"
He said, "Naw
That'll do for our little town" i said
"Your old flagpole’s kind of 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 "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"
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 up watching it writing say can you see
Got a bad rip in New Orleans
Packingham and Jackson tuggin' at it's seams
It almost fell at the Alamo
Beside the Texas flag
But she waved on though
She 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 ragged old flag
On Flanders Field in World War One
She took a bad hit from a Bertha gun
She turned blood red in World War Two
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, the 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 getting threadbare
And she's wearing kind of 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 morning
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 ragged old flag