House of a Thousand Guitars - Bruce Springsteen

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

All good souls from near and far

Will 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 good souls from near and far

Will meet in 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