Bobby Easton

OLD GLORY SHALL NEVER DIE

Today they burned our flag in some far off distant land,
And anger filled my heart for I’m a freedom loving man.
As I begin to ponder what freedom is and why,
I find the answer in these words. Old Glory shall never die.
From the battlements of Yorktown to the Battle of New Orleans,
To the fields of Appomattox, men have fought and died to be free.
To own their homes, raise families, worship where they might,
So long as we shall have our dreams. Old Glory shall never die.
From Pork Chop Hill to Vietnam and across the seven seas,
Wherever she is waving, those under her are free.
To speak our minds, to print the truth, these our given right,
So long as man yearns freedom. Old Glory shall never die.
So, for each who wish to tear us down in spoken word and deed,
There are millions more who’ve risked their lives trying to be free.
So you can burn and rip our flag, raise your fists on high,
Chant yourself into a frenzy. BUT… Old Glory shall never die.