Lyrics:
My name's Old Glory and I'm stars and stripes forever. I'm embedded in the hearts of our
Heroes, worn on soldiers sleeves.
I'm revered by allied
the hippies out in San Francisco do
And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee
A place where even squares can have a ball
We still wave Old Glory down
the hippies out in San Francisco do
And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee
A place where even squares can have a ball
We still wave Old Glory down
the hippies out in San Francisco do.
And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee,
A place where even squares can have a ball;
We still wave Old Glory down
over,
And Old Glory raised,
Among the men who held it high,
Was the Indian, Ira Hayes.
Call him drunken Ira Hayes,
He won't answer anymore,
Not
out in San Francisco do
I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee,
A place where even squares can have a ball
We still wave Old Glory down
and bein' free
And I'm proud to be an okie from Muskogee
A place where even squares can have a ball
We still wave old glory down at the courthouse
glory
We had to suffer, so you could recover
Same old story, wasted glory
Don't need to reconcile
What you can call your own
We dance for sorrow
We dance
the cost of liberty
And freedom gets me so hard
Gets me in the zone
I wanna put a sperm deposit
In Old Glory's savings and loan
I love my country so much
don't like the stars in Old Glory
If you don't like the Red, White and Blue
Then don't act like the cur in the story
Don't bite the hand that's feeding
don't like the stars in Old Glory
If you don't like the Red, White and Blue
Then don't act like the cur in the story
Don't bite the hand that's feeding
Old glories all feign to the wind
'Cause I never left you
And you never let me go
Oh
And if I can have the glory
I'd give it up gladly
Oh how we
comin' down in a town near you
Watchin' the threads of Old Glory come undone
Am I the only one not brainwashed?
Makin' my way through the land
Beer battered chicken, sweet ice tea
Night crawlers, crickets and a Zebco 33
Old Glory waving at you
As you're driving by the court house
and bein' free.
I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee,
A place where even squares can have a ball
We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
ben oud
Heel oud
Ja ik ben oud
Stok oud
Same old story
Faded glory
Same old story
Faded glory
Move, along
You're out!
Laat mij maar lopen
Ik wil me
the hippies out in San Francisco do
And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee
A place where even squares can have a ball
We still wave Old Glory down
and bein' free.
I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee,
A place where even squares can have a ball;
We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
to me!
If you don't like the stars in Old Glory,
If you don't like the Red, White and Blue,
Then don't act like the cur in the story,
Don't bite
the hippies out in San Francisco do.
And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee,
A place where even squares can have a ball;
We still wave Old Glory down
for his mama on mother's day
When he comes home in a pine box
Old Glory leads the way
Just know he gave his everything
Keeping this land free
It's
the wire
To raise Old Glory higher and higher
Look at this flag we fly - waving it proud and high
It stands for the righteous, the free and the brave
Look
To raise Old Glory higher and higher
Look at this flag we fly waving it proud and high
It stands for the righteous the free and the brave
Look at the tears
It wasn't locked up
And we never had to worry bout a thing
Where I grew up
We had a dirt road underneath our feet
And Old Glory flying high in every
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