The Flag’s on Fire
Music by: Bertie Higgins
Lyrics by: Bertie Higgins & Sonny Limbo
I was born and I was raised
In the land of the brave and free,
Took mama’s homemade apple pie
To school with me.
And every morning we’d say the pledge
And learn American history,
I’d show those shiny medals
Daddy died for across the sea.
(chorus)
But now the Flag’s on Fire, the Flag’s on Fire,
It’s up to you and me to raise old glory higher.
They can burn the flag of freedom for all the world to see,
But they’ll never burn the freedom out of me.
At seventeen my girl and me
Made every single home game,
Before the start with hand on heart
We’d stand up proud and sing.
And how we prayed that one day
We’d hear wedding bells ring,
Until that day I was called away
About some terrible Mid-east thing.
(repeat chorus)
I guess they’ve got the right to express
How they feel about the flag,
But let ‘em tell it to the ones
Coming home in a body bag.
In God I trust, you feel you must,
Stand up with me and brag,
We’ll tell the world that the stars and stripes
Just ain’t some damned old rag!
(repeat chorus twice)