A Protest raged on a courthouse lawn,
Round a makeshift stage they charged on,
Fifteen hundred or more they say,
Had come to burn a FLAG that day
A boy held up the folded FLAG,
Cursed it and called it a dirty Rag.
Then, an Old man pushed thru the angry crowd
With his trusty Rifle shouldered Proud
His uniform jacket was old and tight
But he had polished each button Shiny and bright
He crossed the stage with an officer's grace
Till he and the boy stood FACE TO FACE.
Freedom of SPeech, the old man said,
Is worth dying for and some good men are DEAD,
So you all can stand on this courthouse lawn
And talk to us from dusk till dawn,
BUT Before any Flag gets burned today
THIS OLD MAN IS GOING TO HAVE HIS SAY!
"My Father died on a foreign shore
in a war that was supposed to end all wars.
My brother and I weren't even full grown,
Before we fought in a war of our own.
My brother died on Iwo Jima's beach,
In the shadow of a hill they couldn't quite reach.
Where five brave men raised the FLag so high,
That the whole Damn world could see it Fly.
I got this Bum leg that I still DRAG
Fighting for that same old FLag.
Now ther's only one shot in this old GUN,
So it's time to decide which one:
Which one of you will follow OUR LEAD,
TO STAND AND DIE FOR WHAT YOU BELIEVE?
For as sure as ther's a rising sun
You'll burn in hell before this flag burns, Son.
This riot never came to pass
the crowd got quiet, and that can of gas
got set aside, and they all walked away
Talking about what they saw that day.
And the boy who called it a Dirty Rag ,
Handed the Old Soldier the Folded Flag!!
Another battle for the Flag this day was won
By a tired Old Soldier and his trusty gun.
Who for one last time had to show to some
THIS FLAG MAY FADE BUT THESE COLORS DON'T RUN!!!
GOD BLESS AMERICA and vice versa
Round a makeshift stage they charged on,
Fifteen hundred or more they say,
Had come to burn a FLAG that day
A boy held up the folded FLAG,
Cursed it and called it a dirty Rag.
Then, an Old man pushed thru the angry crowd
With his trusty Rifle shouldered Proud
His uniform jacket was old and tight
But he had polished each button Shiny and bright
He crossed the stage with an officer's grace
Till he and the boy stood FACE TO FACE.
Freedom of SPeech, the old man said,
Is worth dying for and some good men are DEAD,
So you all can stand on this courthouse lawn
And talk to us from dusk till dawn,
BUT Before any Flag gets burned today
THIS OLD MAN IS GOING TO HAVE HIS SAY!
"My Father died on a foreign shore
in a war that was supposed to end all wars.
My brother and I weren't even full grown,
Before we fought in a war of our own.
My brother died on Iwo Jima's beach,
In the shadow of a hill they couldn't quite reach.
Where five brave men raised the FLag so high,
That the whole Damn world could see it Fly.
I got this Bum leg that I still DRAG
Fighting for that same old FLag.
Now ther's only one shot in this old GUN,
So it's time to decide which one:
Which one of you will follow OUR LEAD,
TO STAND AND DIE FOR WHAT YOU BELIEVE?
For as sure as ther's a rising sun
You'll burn in hell before this flag burns, Son.
This riot never came to pass
the crowd got quiet, and that can of gas
got set aside, and they all walked away
Talking about what they saw that day.
And the boy who called it a Dirty Rag ,
Handed the Old Soldier the Folded Flag!!
Another battle for the Flag this day was won
By a tired Old Soldier and his trusty gun.
Who for one last time had to show to some
THIS FLAG MAY FADE BUT THESE COLORS DON'T RUN!!!
GOD BLESS AMERICA and vice versa
