I wanna thank you, old flag of mine, for letting me defend, The colors that you proudly boast while waving in the wind. As I place my hand upon my heart and view your majesty, I thank you, old flag of mine, for what you mean to me. My Granddad fought in World War One, my Dad in World War Two, And I was there in Korea, one of many defending you. An' I lost a son in Vietnam, who was fighting for the free. An, I thank you, old flag of mine, for what you mean to me.
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When shells are fired upon you from some foreign shore, An' when some fool tries to burn you, just makes me love you more. An' I�d gladly take up arms again to defend your gallantry. I wanna thank you, old flag of mine, for what you mean to me.
And when my toe-headed Grandson finally turns into a man, I pray that God will grant him the will to understand, How very special you have been to those who are living free. I wanna thank you, old flag of mine, for what you mean to me.
I wanna thank you, old flag of mine, for what you mean to me.