I was driving through my hometown
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I was just kinda killin' time
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When I seen a face staring out of a black velvet painting
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From the window of the five and dime
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I couldn't quite recall the name
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But the pose looked familiar to me
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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 live here for a while"
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I met a stranger dressed in black
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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
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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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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 to tell
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First they made me the king then they made me pope
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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
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These days I'm feeling all right
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'Cept I can't tell my courage from my desperation
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From the tainted chalice
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Well I drunk some heady wine
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Tonight I'm layin' here
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But there's something in my ear
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Sayin' there's a little town just beaneath the floodline
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Needs a local hero
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Somebody with the right style
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Lookin' for a local hero
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Someone with the right smile
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Local hero local hero she said with a smile
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Local hero he used to live here for a while
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Local Hero
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| Bruce Springsteen |
