Lyrics:

B. R. Hornsby/John HornsbyIt's coming any day said the captainIt's coming any day now cried the priestThe people in high places may defend youBut son you better hope they keep the peaceCan't you hear them callingCan't you see them shineThe city halls are fallingThe defenders drink their wineAnd when the party's overTheir stomachs start to sagDefenders, Defenders of the flagThe congregation's waiting at the altarThey can't find the preacher anywhereThey found him with the new girl from the choirWhere they store the boxes of the book of prayerIf these guys are the good onesI don't want to know the badYou wonder how it happenedThey just picked it up from dadWhile faded old glory is hanging like a ragDefenders, defenders of the flagThe flag is flying high over the courthouseThe wheels of justice never stood a chanceThe judge is down at Charlie's on his lunch hourChecking out the picture show from FranceCarrying a fifth of whiskeyIn a dirty paper bagThrew the ball to homeBut they always missed the tagFaded old glory hanging like a ragDefenders, defenders of the flag

Bruce Hornsby Defenders Of The Flag