My Flagpole

I'm the blood that runs through the veins of the Kid on a saddle The smoking gun he holds as the floor boards rattle And I'm the pin that dropped When the Gatlin boys knew they couldn't stop The whirlwind that they had just unlocked I'm your key and your shackles Have you ever Found a patch of center field grass From the same box you got bruised in? Been set back by the same whiskey glass That once helped you get through it? If a million lives were lost in the fight For the same cross that healed my soul It's ragged, true but the red white and blue's still flying On my flagpole I'm the kid with his ear on a hand me down radio The same speaker that his grandaddy held When his world took another blow The look in his eyes That his wife saw right before she started to cry Cause she couldn't compete with that kind of pride What do you do when love takes another road? And have you ever Found a patch of center field grass From the same box you got bruised in? Been set back by the same whiskey glass That once helped you get through it? If a million lives were lost in the fight For the same cross that healed my soul It's ragged, true but the red white and blue's still flying On my flagpole I've been flipping through all that we've lost and found Locking eyes with every time I hit the ground And every time I Found a patch of center field grass From the same box I got bruised in Been set back by the same whiskey glass That once helped me get through it If a million lives were lost in the fight For the same cross that healed my soul It's ragged, true but the red white and blue's still flying On my flagpole