Written by Bruce Springsteen Intro: x3 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 Bridge:                Where’s the eyes the eyes with the will to see Where’s 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 Wherever this flag’s flown We take care of our own        C  Bb to fade