Snapping and cracking,
On the clearest cold day.
With colors arranged,
In the most orderly array.
Shamelessly high,
Red, white, and blue.
Proud are they showing,
Whipping in view.
They understood,
What was your mind.
As you passed by,
On your travelers find.
Some thought how beautiful,
Others said, “my-my.”
Few didn’t notice,
As they passed by.
Those colors were bright,
Big, bold, and proud.
Flared ancient warriors,
Shouting out loud.
Come ride with me,
My native son.
Come ride with Forrest,
Battle not done.
All come and join us,
Who were thought lesser men.
You’re part of this nation,
Now we must stand!
Join our great cause,
We all are now one.
Hope of our nation,
You, our Southern son.
Keep our colors flying,
Don’t take them down.
At a “Traveler’s Rest,”
Where they can be found…
Service to God and honor to the South.
