Why He Held His Head High
He came home from battle
All battered and wounded
Scarcely alive
Just barely able to walk in the door
But yet he held his head high
For no matter how weak he was
He was an army man
The man used to pain and hurt
But that wasn't the only reason
Why he held his head high
It was because he had held our flag high
He had held the old tattered flag
When the war was at its thinnest
And when it was at its thickest
He had held it when bombs blew everywhere
And bullets whistled past him
He had held it when the war had just begun
Or when it ended
Because he was proud of our country
The country that risked his life for
So that the flag would still wave high
So that we might have freedom
And we might have liberty for all
That's why he held his head high
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