Today's the day our younger son is going off to war,
fightin' in the age old battle we've sometimes won before.
Flags that line old Main Street are blowin' in the wind,
these must be the flags of freedom flyin'.
Church bells are ringin' as the families stand and wave,
some of them are cryin', 'cause the soldiers look so brave.
Lookin' straight ahead, like they know just where they're goin',
past the flags of freedom flyin'.
Sister has her headphones on, she hears the music blasting,
she sees her brother marchin' by, their bond is everlasting.
Listening to Bob Dylan singin' in 1963,
watching the flags of freedom flyin'.
She sees the president speakin' on a flat-screen TV
in the window of the old appliance store.
She turns to see her brother again, but he's already walkin' past
the flags of freedom flyin'.
Have you seen the flags of freedom?
What color are they now?
Do you think that you believe in yours
more than they do theirs somehow,
when you see the flags of freedom flyin'?
Today's the day our younger son is going off to war,
fightin' in the age old battle we've sometimes won before.
Flags that line old Main Street are blowin' in the wind,
these must be the flags of freedom flyin'.
