Ragged Old Flag (background music - Shenandoah) (arr. M. Brown and F. Ticheli)

Ragged Old Flag (background music - Shenandoah) (arr. M. Brown and F. Ticheli) - Michael Dudley/United States Army Chorus/United States Army Band/Studio conductor

Written by：Johnny Cash/Frank Ticheli

I walked through a county courthouse square

On a park bench an old man was sittin' there

I said your old court house is

Kinda 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 hangin' on it

He said have a seat and I sat down

And decent 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 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 watching it

Writing say can you see

And it got a bad rip in new orleans

With packingham jackson

Tugging 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

And beauregard and bragg

And the south wind blew hard on

That ragged old flag

On flanders field in world war 1

She got a big hole from a bertha gun

She turned blood red in world war 2

She hung limp and low a time or two

She was in korea vietnam

She went where she was sent

By her uncle sam

Lady for Americans brown yellow and white

Or shed red black for the store and the stress

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 wearin' 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 more

So we raise her up every morning

And 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