Johnny Cash - Ragged Old Flag lyrics
[Johnny Cash - Ragged Old Flag lyrics]
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 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 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 I I
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 waving
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 been scandalized throughout out the land
And she's getting thread bare
And she's wearing thin
But she's in good shape
For the shape she's in
Because 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 bring her down slow every night
We don't let her touch the ground
And we fold her up right on second thought
I do like to brag
Because I'm mighty proud of
That Ragged Old Flag
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 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 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 I I
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 waving
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 been scandalized throughout out the land
And she's getting thread bare
And she's wearing thin
But she's in good shape
For the shape she's in
Because 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 bring her down slow every night
We don't let her touch the ground
And we fold her up right on second thought
I do like to brag
Because I'm mighty proud of
That Ragged Old Flag