written by Francis Scott Key
| C | G | Am | E7 | Am | D7 | G | |
| O | say can | you | see, | by the | dawn's ear | ly | light, |
| G7 | C | G7 | C |
| What so | proudly we | hailed at the | twilight's last gleaming, |
| C | G | Am | E7 | Am | D7 | G | |
| Whose broad | stripes and | bright | stars | through the | peri | lous | fight, |
| G7 | C | G7 | C |
| O'er the | ramparts we | watched, were so | gallantly streaming? |
| C | G | G7 | |
| And the | rockets' red glare, the bombs | bursting in | air, |
| C | G | Am | D7 | G | |
| Gave | proof through the | night that our | flag was | still | there; |
| G7 | C | F | A7 | Dm | F | Dm | C5 | G |
| O | say does that | star-span | gled | ban | ner | yet | wa- | ve |
| G7 | Am | C | Am | G | C | G | C |
| O'er the | land of the fre | eeeee | and | the h | ome o | f the b | rave. |