| I walked through a country court house square
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| On a park bench an old man was sitting there
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| I said, «Your court house is kinda run down»
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| He said, «Naw, it’ll do for our little town»
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| I said, «Your flag pole has a leaned a little bit
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| And that’s a Ragged Old Flag you got hanging on it»
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| He said, «Have a seat"and I sat down
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| «Is this the first time you’ve been in our little town?»
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| I said, «I think it is,"he said «I don’t like to brag
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| But we’re kinda proud of that Ragged Old Flag
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| You see, we got a little hole in that flag there
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| When Washington took it across the Delaware
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| And it got powder burned the night Francis Scott Key
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| Sat watchin' it writing 'Say Can You See'
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| And it got a bad rip in New Orleans
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| With Packinham and Jackson tuggin' at its seams
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| And it almost fell at the Alamo
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| Beside the Texas flag but she waved on through
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| She got cut with a sword at Chancellorsville
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| And she got cut again at Shiloh Hill
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| There was Robert E. Lee, Beauregard and Bragg
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| And the south wind blew hard on that Ragged Old Flag
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| On Flanders Field in World War I She got a big hole from a Bertha Gun
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| She turned blood red in World War II
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| She hung limp and low by the time it was through
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| She was in Korea and Vietnam
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| She went where she was sent by her Uncle Sam
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| Native Americans, brown, yellow and white
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| All shed red blood for the Stars and Stripes
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| In her own good land here she’s been abused
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| She’s been burned, dishonored, denied and refused
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| And the government for which she stands
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| Has been scandalized throughout the land
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| And she’s getting threadbare and wearing thin
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| But she’s in good shape for the shape she’s in Cause she’s been through the fire before
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| And I believe she can take a whole lot more
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| So we raise her up every morning, take her down every night
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| We don’t let her touch the ground and fold her up right
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| On second thought I do like to brag
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| Cause I’m mighty proud of that Ragged Old Flag.» |