RAGGED OLD FLAG

That ragged old flag
Still waves up there
For all who love the U.S.A.
And all the people that care.

That ragged old flag
That means so much to me
A red blooded American
That I am proud to be.

That ragged old flag
Has seen her best days
She just hangs up there
On an old pole and waves.

That ragged old flag
It’s a grand old flag to me
And to be an American
Is a grand place to be.

Now that’s a ragged old flag
And I am very proud to say
She still waves for freedom
Over the grand old U.S. of A.

Thanks to the good Lord
And that ragged old flag
We whipped mister Hitler
And a few other scalawags.

“I was in the group of soldiers that invaded France in World War II on June 6, 1944. I wrote this poem 60 years later on June 6, 2004.”
- Written by John Crutcher, Humbolt, TN.