They thought they could crash some planes and make us all afraid,
And thought they could take our jobs and culture away,
Some think we’ll submit and be a U.N. colony,
They forget we’re the republic with the flag called Old Glory!
We’re the dream of patriots, who founded this country,
Sons and daughters of real men who fought to keep us free,
We’re the songs of freedom and no one can change our story,
For they’ll never be another flag equal to Old Glory!
God told Mister Washington out nation would survive,
And told Mister Lincoln the same before he died,
Our vision is to bless the world with democracy,
Until Jesus comes we’ll wave the flag we love called Old Glory!
We’re the dream…
You Hollywood sissies you can move to Canada,
We’ll protect our fam-lies and preserve our freedom,
We’ll keep our right to worship and send missionaries,
The world will hear the gospel through the land that flies Old Glory!
We’re the dream…(repeat chorus)
They’ll never be another flag equal to Old Glory!
They’ll never be another flag (hold them slowly) equal to Old Glory!
(originally copyrighted as Songs of Freedom)
J. L. Horton 2004