Bruce Springsteen - We take care of our own

^FI've been knockin' on the door that holds the ^Bbthrone ^{F Bb F}I've been lookin' for the map that leads me ho^Bbme ^{F Bb C}I've been stumblin' on good he^Bbarts turned to stone ^CThe road of good intentions ha^Bbs gone dry as bone ^FWe take care of our ^Bbown ^FWe take care of our ^Bbown ^FWherever this flag's^Bb flown ^FWe take care of our ^Bbown

^FFrom Chicago to New Orleans, From the muscle to the^Bb bone ^{F Bb F}From the shotgun shack to the S^Bbuperdome ^{F Bb C}We yelled "help" but the caval^Bbry stayed home, ^CThere ain't no-one hearing the bugle b^Bblown ^FWe take care of our ^Bbown ^FWe take care of our ^Bbown ^FWherever this flag's^Bb flown ^FWe take care of our ^Bbown

^FWhere's the eyes, the e^Bbyes with the will to see ^FWhere's the hearts, tha^Bbt run over with mercy ^FWhere's the love that h^Bbas not forsaken me ^FWhere's the work that s^Bbet my hands, my soul free ^FWhere's the spirit that^Bb'll reign, reign over me ^FWhere's the promise, fr^Bbom sea to shining sea ^FWhere's the promise, fr^Bbom sea to shining sea ^CWherever this flag i^Bbs flown ^CWherever this flag i^Bbs flown ^CWherever this flag i^Bbs flown

^FWe take care of our o^Bbwn ^FWe take care of our o^Bbwn ^FWherever this flag's ^Bbflown ^FWe take care of our o^Bbwn ^FWe take care of our o^Bbwn ^FWe take care of our o^Bbwn ^FWherever this flag's ^Bbflown ^FWe take care of our o^Bbwn