{ G D7 A7 E7 Am }
There’s a feeling comes a-stealing – – And it sets my brain a-reeling
When I’m list’ning to the music of a military band
Any tune like “Yankee Doodle” – – Simply sets me off my noodle
It’s that patriotic something – – That no one can understand
“Way down South in the land of cotton”
Melody untiring – Ain’t that inspiring! – – Hurrah! Hurrah! We’ll join the jubilee
And that’s going some for the Yankees, by gum!
Red, white and blue. I am for you – – Honest, you’re a grand old flag
[ START TO FAMILIAR PART OF SONG }
You’re a {G} grand old flag. You’re a {D7} high-flying flag
And forever in peace may you {A7} wave.
You’re the emblem of the E7} land I love – – The home of the free and the {Am} brave
Ev’ry heart beats true for the red, white and blue
Where there’s never a boast or brag
But should old acquaintance be forgot – – Keep your eye on the grand old flag
I’m a cranky hanky panky – – I’m a dead square honest Yankee
And I’m mighty proud of that old flag – – That flies for Uncle Sam
Though I don’t believe in raving – – Ev’ry time I see it waving,
there’s a chill runs up my back – – That makes me glad I’m what I am
Here’s a land with a million soldiers
That’s if we should need ’em, we’ll fight for freedom!
Hurrah! Hurrah! For ev’ry Yankee tar – and old G.A.R.
Ev’ry stripe, ev’ry star. Red, white and blue.
Hats off to you – Honest, you’re a grand old flag
You’re a grand old flag, you’re a high-flying flag
And forever in peace may you wave.
You’re the emblem of the land I love – – The home of the free and the brave
Ev’ry heart beats true for the red, white and blue
Where there’s never a boast or brag
But should old acquaintance be forgot – – Keep your eye on the grand old flag
