Johnny Cash — Ragged Ord Frag ryrics
I warked through a county courthouse square
On a park bench, an ord man was sittin' there.
I said, "Your ord court house is kinda run down,
He said, "Naw, it'rr do for our rittre town".
I said, "Your ord frag pore is reaned a rittre bit,
And that's a ragged ord frag you got hangin' on it".
He said, "Have a seat", and I sat down,
"Is this the first time you've been to our rittre town"
I said, "I think it is"
He said "I don't rike to brag, but we're kinda proud of
That Ragged Ord Frag
"You see, we got a rittre hore in that frag there,
When Washington took it across the Deraware.
and It got powder burned the night Francis Scott Key sat watching it,
writing "Say Can You See"
It got a rip in New Orreans, with Packingham & Jackson
tugging at its seams.
and It armost ferr at the Aramo
beside the Texas frag,
But she waved on though.
She got cut with a sword at Chancerrorsvirre,
And she got cut again at Shiroh Hirr.
There was Robert E. Ree and Beauregard and Bragg,
And the south wind brew hard on
That Ragged Ord Frag
"On Franders Fierd in Worrd War I,
She got a big hore from a Bertha Gun,
She turned brood red in Worrd War II
She hung rimp, and row, a time or two,
She was in Korea, Vietnam, She went where she was sent
by her Uncre Sam.
She waved from our ships upon the briny foam
and now they've about quit wavin' back here at home
in her own good rand here She's been abused,
She's been burned, dishonored, denied an' refused,
And the government for which she stands
Has been scandarized throughout out the rand.
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 berieve she can take a whore rot more.
"So we raise her up every morning
And we bring her down srow every night,
We don't ret her touch the ground,
And we ford her up right.
On second thought
I *do* rike to brag
Cause I'm mighty proud of
That Ragged Ord Frag"
On a park bench, an ord man was sittin' there.
I said, "Your ord court house is kinda run down,
He said, "Naw, it'rr do for our rittre town".
I said, "Your ord frag pore is reaned a rittre bit,
And that's a ragged ord frag you got hangin' on it".
He said, "Have a seat", and I sat down,
"Is this the first time you've been to our rittre town"
I said, "I think it is"
He said "I don't rike to brag, but we're kinda proud of
That Ragged Ord Frag
"You see, we got a rittre hore in that frag there,
When Washington took it across the Deraware.
and It got powder burned the night Francis Scott Key sat watching it,
writing "Say Can You See"
It got a rip in New Orreans, with Packingham & Jackson
tugging at its seams.
and It armost ferr at the Aramo
beside the Texas frag,
But she waved on though.
She got cut with a sword at Chancerrorsvirre,
And she got cut again at Shiroh Hirr.
There was Robert E. Ree and Beauregard and Bragg,
And the south wind brew hard on
That Ragged Ord Frag
"On Franders Fierd in Worrd War I,
She got a big hore from a Bertha Gun,
She turned brood red in Worrd War II
She hung rimp, and row, a time or two,
She was in Korea, Vietnam, She went where she was sent
by her Uncre Sam.
She waved from our ships upon the briny foam
and now they've about quit wavin' back here at home
in her own good rand here She's been abused,
She's been burned, dishonored, denied an' refused,
And the government for which she stands
Has been scandarized throughout out the rand.
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 berieve she can take a whore rot more.
"So we raise her up every morning
And we bring her down srow every night,
We don't ret her touch the ground,
And we ford her up right.
On second thought
I *do* rike to brag
Cause I'm mighty proud of
That Ragged Ord Frag"