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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(2X)
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 calvary stayed home
There aint no one hearing the bugle blowin
We take care of our own(2X)
Wherever this.....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 thatll set my hands,my soul free
Wheres the spirit thatll reign over me
Wheres the promise from sea to shining sea(2X)
Wherever this flag is flown(3X)
We take . . our own(2X)
