I walked through a county courthouse square
on a park bench, an old man was sittin there.
I said, "Your court house is kinda run down."
He said, "No, it will do for our little town."
I said, "your old flag pole kinda leans a little bit,
and that's a ragged old flag you got hanging on it."
He said "have a seat", so I sat down.
He said, "is this your first visit 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,
When Washington took it across the Delaware."
"It got powder burned the night Francis Scott Key
sat watching it, writing, "Oh Say Can You See."
It got a rip in New Orleans, with Packingham &
Jackson tugging at its seams. It almost fell at
the Alamo beside the Texas flag, but she waved
on tho. It got cut with a sword in Chancellorsville,
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 l, she took a
bad hit from a Bertha Gun, She turned blood red
in World War ll, 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 Americans, The Black, Yellow and White
all shed red blood for the stars and stripes. And
here in her own good land, she's been abused,
burned, dishonored, denied and refused. And the
very government for which she stands has been
scandalized throughout the land. And she's
getting thread bare, and she's wearing kinda thin,
But she's in pretty 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, 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. Cause
I'm mighty proud of "That Ragged Old Flag."