We Take Care of Our Own -- Bruce Springsteen

I've been knockin' on the door that holds the throne I've been lookin' for the map that leads me home
I've been stumblin' on good hearts turned to stone The road of good intentions has gone dry as 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  We yelled "help" but the cavalry stayed home  There ain't no-one hearing the bugle blown  We take care of our own  We take care of our own Wherever this flag's flown 
We take care of our own


Where the eyes, the eyes with the will to see Where 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 shining sea
Where's the promise, from sea to 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      (sing365)


 The anthemic up-tempo rocker finds The Boss singing of patriotism and brotherhood and decrying the broken promises of the government. "Wherever this flag's flown, we take care of our own," he croons.                                                                                                                      (songfacts.com)




     


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