Out of seventeen brothers and sisters you are the one we all know
Elizabeth Griscom you're fourth-generation american born in the snow
You fell in love with john ross and eloped across the Delaware
The both of you ran off and started your own upholstery business
War came and took the life of John when you were twenty four
Later that year you met with the committee of three
The american symbol, our flag, you worked on like a busy bee
You died one hundred and forty nine years before i was born
BETSY ROSS YOU ARE MY HOT SAUCE! HA! HAAHAA!
I have your art hanging above my bedroom door
One day i will burn it when it falls down and touches my floor
The craftsmanship is heavenly, and i want to touch your soft hands
You captured the energy and pride for these rebellious lands
Who else would of made thirteen stripes for the original colonies?
And your creativity you'll never know that it surprises me
I would travel back in time just to join your sewing circle
But i've got a few dates lined up and i am sure your dance card is full
BETSY ROSS YOU ARE MY HOT SAUCE! HA! HAAHAA!
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Out of seventeen brothers and sisters you are the one we all know
Elizabeth Griscom you're fourth-generation american born in the snow
You fell in love with john ross and eloped across the Delaware
The both of you ran off and started your own upholstery business
War came and took the life of John when you were twenty four
Later that year you met with the committee of three
The american symbol, our flag, you worked on like a busy bee
You died one hundred and forty nine years before i was born
BETSY ROSS YOU ARE MY HOT SAUCE! HA! HAAHAA!
I have your art hanging above my bedroom door
One day i will burn it when it falls down and touches my floor
The craftsmanship is heavenly, and i want to touch your soft hands
You captured the energy and pride for these rebellious lands
Who else would of made thirteen stripes for the original colonies?
And your creativity you'll never know that it surprises me
I would travel back in time just to join your sewing circle
But i've got a few dates lined up and i am sure your dance card is full
BETSY ROSS YOU ARE MY HOT SAUCE! HA! HAAHAA!
Elizabeth Griscom you're fourth-generation american born in the snow
You fell in love with john ross and eloped across the Delaware
The both of you ran off and started your own upholstery business
War came and took the life of John when you were twenty four
Later that year you met with the committee of three
The american symbol, our flag, you worked on like a busy bee
You died one hundred and forty nine years before i was born
BETSY ROSS YOU ARE MY HOT SAUCE! HA! HAAHAA!
I have your art hanging above my bedroom door
One day i will burn it when it falls down and touches my floor
The craftsmanship is heavenly, and i want to touch your soft hands
You captured the energy and pride for these rebellious lands
Who else would of made thirteen stripes for the original colonies?
And your creativity you'll never know that it surprises me
I would travel back in time just to join your sewing circle
But i've got a few dates lined up and i am sure your dance card is full
BETSY ROSS YOU ARE MY HOT SAUCE! HA! HAAHAA!
Writer: Christopher Stott-Rigsbee
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