Bruce Springsteen — House of a Thousand Guitars

The blood moon shines across the vale Bells ring out through churches and jails I tally my wounds and count the scars Here in the house of a thousand guitars The criminal clown has stolen the throne He steals what he can never own May the truth ring out from every small-town bar We'll light up the house of a thousand guitars Well it's alright, yeah it's alright Meet me, darlin', come Saturday night All good souls from near and far Will meet in the house of a thousand guitars Here the bitter and the bored Wake in search of the lost chord That'll band us together for as long as there's stars Here in the house of a thousand guitars Well it's alright, yeah it's alright Meet me, darlin', come Saturday night Brother and sister, wherever you are We'll meet in the house of a thousand guitars So wake and shake off your troubles, my friend We'll go where the music never ends From the stadiums to the small-town bars We'll light up the house of a thousand guitars House of a thousand guitars, house of a thousand guitars Brother and sister, wherever you are We'll rise together till we find the spark That'll light up the house of a thousand guitars Well it's alright, yeah it's alright Meet me, darlin', come Saturday night All the souls from near and far We'll meet at the house of a thousand guitars A thousand guitars, a thousand guitars A thousand guitars, a thousand guitars A thousand guitars, a thousand guitars A thousand guitars, a thousand guitars