I walked through a county court house square 
And on a park bench, an old man was sitting there. 
I said, Ya courthouse is kinda run down, 
He said, " No, it'll do for our little town ". 
I said " Your ole flag pole kinda leans a little bit, 
And that's a ragged old flag you got hanging on it". 
He said, " Have a sat ", 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 and Jackson 
tugging at it's 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 
Then 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 took a bad hit from a Bertha Gun, 
She turned blood red in World War 11 
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 it stands 
has been scandalized through out the land. 

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 "