Local Hero

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I was driving through my hometown
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I was just kinda killin' time

When I seen a face staring out of 
black velvet painting
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From the window of the five and 
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dime

I couldn't quite recall the name
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But the pose looked familiar to me

So I asked  the salesgirl, "Who was 
that man
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Between the doberman and Bruce Lee?"
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She said, "Just a local hero"
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"Local hero," she said with a smile
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"Yeah a local hero he used to 
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live here for a while."
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I met a stranger dressed in black

At the train station
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He said, "Son your soul can be 
saved"

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There's beautiful women nights of 
low livin'
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And some dangerous money to be made
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There's a big  town 'cross the 
whiskey line
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And if we turn the right cards up

They make us boss the devil pays off
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And them folks that are real hard up
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They get their local hero
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Yeah, somebody with  the right style
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They get their local hero
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Somebody with just the right smile
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Well I learned my job I learned it 
well
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Fit myself with religion and a story
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 to tell
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First they made me the king then 
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they made me pope
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Well, then they brought the rope
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I woke to a gypsy girl sayin', 
"Drink this"
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Well my hands had lost all sensation

These days I'm feeling all right
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'Cept I can't tell my courge from 
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my desperation

From the tainted chalice
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Wel I drunk some heady wine

Tonight I'm layin' here

But there's something in my ear
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Sayin' there's a little town just 
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beneath the floodline
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Needs a local hero
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Yeah, somebody with the right style
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Lookin' for a local hero
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Yeah, someone with the right smile
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Lookin'  for a local hero, yeah 
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somebody woth the right smile

(fade out)


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