I walked through a county courthouse square   On a park bench an old man was sitting there   I said, "Your old courthouse is kinda run down"      He said, "No, it'll do for our little town"   I said, "Your old flagpole has 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 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 and Jackson tuggin' 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, 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 II   She hung limp and low by the time it was through      She was in Korea and 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 her back here at home      In her own good land here she's been abused   She's been burned, dishonored, denied, and refused   And the government for which she stands   Is scandalized throughout the land      And she's getting threadbare and she's wearing 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, 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 the Ragged Old Flag