text: 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 flags 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 aint no help, the cavalry stayed home
  There aint no one hearing the bugle blowin
  We take care of our own
  We take care of our own
  Wherever this flags flown
  We take care of our own
  Wherere the eyes, the eyes with the will to see
  Wherere the hearts that run over with mercy
  Wheres the love that has not forsaken me
  Wheres the work that set my hands, my soul free
  Wheres the spirit thatll reign, reign over me
  Wheres the promise from sea to the shining sea
  Wheres 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 flags flown
  We take care of our own
  We take care of our own
  We take care of our own
  Wherever this flags flown
  We take care of our own