I been knockin' on the door that holds the throne. I been lookin' for the map that leads me home. I 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 Super Dome. There ain't no help 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'll 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