I been knocking on the door that holds the throne
|
I been looking for the map that leads me home
|
I been stumbling on good hearts turned to stone
|
The road of good intentions has gone dry as a bone
|
We take care of our own
|
We take care of our own
|
Wherever this flag's flown
|
We take care of our own
|
|
From Chicago to New Orleans
|
From the muscle to the bone
|
From the shotgun shack to the Superdome
|
There ain't no help, the cavalry stayed home
|
There ain't no one hearing the bugle blowin'
|
We take care of our own
|
We take care of our own
|
Wherever this flag's flown
|
We take care of our own
|
|
Where're the eyes, the eyes with the will to see
|
Where're the hearts that run over with mercy
|
Where's the love that has not forsaken me
|
Where's the work that set my hands, my soul free
|
Where's the spirit that'll reign, reign over me
|
Where's the promise from sea to the shining sea
|
Where's the promise from sea to the shining sea
|
Wherever this flag is flown
|
Wherever this flag is flown
|
Wherever this flag is flown
|
|
We take care of our own
|
We take care of our own
|
Wherever this flag's flown
|
We take care of our own
|
We take care of our own
|
We take care of our own
|
Wherever this flag's flown
|
We take care of our own
|
|
-----------------
|
We Take Care of Our Own
|
| Bruce Springsteen |
