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Colors Lyrics

The Oak Ridge Boys

Red as the bloodshed, blue as the wounded
White as the crosses on our soldiers' graves
Through the rain, through the sun
These colors never run

I first saw her standing on the corner of a stage
And I've been pledging my allegiance ever since
We often take for granted her old familiar wave
But that freedom cost a lot of brave young men and women
It's one that's....

Now I've seen people treat her like she was some old rag
Clueless to the human sacrifice
But you'll always see a mother, a widow, a child or a brother
With a carefully folded teardrop in their eyes
It's one that's...