Idioma Origen:
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 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
There ain?t no help, the calvary stayed home
There ain?t no one hearing the bugle blowin?
We take care of our own(2X)
Wherever this.....our own
Where?re the eyes,the eyes with the will to see
Where?re 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 over me
Where?s the promise from sea to shining sea(2X)
Wherever this flag is flown(3X)
We take . . our own(2X)
Idioma Destino:
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 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
There ain?t no help, the calvary stayed home
There ain?t no one hearing the bugle blowin?
We take care of our own(2X)
Wherever this.....our own
Where?re the eyes,the eyes with the will to see
Where?re 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 over me
Where?s the promise from sea to shining sea(2X)
Wherever this flag is flown(3X)
We take . . our own(2X)