She wanted to sing the Star Spangled Banner,
but no one could understand her.
The music was right
but the words all came out wrong,
even though she tried to sing our country's song.
People start to laugh and they boo her.
Somebody said that they ought to shoo her,
They could have been right
but the words all came out wrong,
the girl lay dead trying to sing her country song.
Oh, slay can you three by the pawn's who'll fight
What so loudly we hailed on their last night fast fleeting?
Whose broad stripes and bright scars though a perilous sight,
O'er the sad hearts we watched, were so mournfully beating?
And the moon's red glare, the thunder booming in air,
Gave proof through the night that our Lord was hanging there;
Oh say does that crown of thorns yet stay,
O'er the man of Galilee and the tomb where he lay.
Yeah, she wanted to sing the Star Spangled Banner,
but no one could understand her.
The music was right
but the words all came out wrong,
even though she tried to sing our country's song.
People start to cry, the ones that knew her.
Somebody said that they ought to shoo her,
They could have been right
but the words all came out wrong,
the girl lay dead trying to sing her country song.
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