调:C minor•
Verse 1
themselves Americans.
Well, I'm an American
Cm
said Malcolm.
my own New England ancestors
I had a uncle once who wrote a poem,
at midnight in some flaming town.
So I took his line
and made a new verse using it.
Eb
Cm
At midnight in some flaming angry town
I saw my country's flag
lying torn upon the ground
Fm
Cm
and scooped it up and ran out to safety
striped old piece of cloth
but I found it had been used
for wrapping lies.
It smelled and stank
While I was feverishly at my task,
Fm
Gm
I heard a husky voice that seemed to ask,
Do you think you could
My blue is good, the color of the sky
Seven stripes of red are
deep rich brown
green
would look good there
Maybe you should slant the stripes,
G
Gm
Eb
I awoke and said, what a
ridiculous story
Eb
Gm
I suggested tampering with old glory
Cm
Gm
Cm
glides torn upon the ground
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