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 I was driving through my hometown 
 I was just kinda killin' time 
 When I seen a face staring out of a black velvet painting 
 From the window of the five and dime 
 I couldn't quite recall the name 
 But the pose looked familiar to me 
 So I asked the salesgirl "Who was that man 
 Between the doberman and Bruce Lee ?" 
 She said "Just a local hero" 
 "Local hero" she said with a smile 
 "Yeah a local hero he used to live here for a while" 
 
 I met a stranger dressed in black 
 At the train station 
 He said "Son your soul can be saved" 
 There's beautiful women nights of low livin' 
 And some dangerous money to be made 
 There's a big town 'cross the whiskey line 
 And if we turn the right cards up 
 They make us boss the devil pays off 
 And them folks that are real hard up 
 They get their local hero 
 Somebody with the right style 
 They get their local hero 
 
Somebody with just the right smile 
 
 Well I learned my job I learned it well 
 Fit myself with religion and a story to tell 
 First they made me the king then they made me pope 
 Then they brought the rope 
 
 I woke to a gypsy girl sayin' "Drink this" 
 Well my hands had lost all sensation 
 These days I'm feeling all right 
 'Cept I can't tell my courage from my desperation 
 From the tainted chalice 
 Well I drunk some heady wine 
 Tonight I'm layin' here 
 But there's something in my ear 
 Sayin' there's a little town just beaneath the floodline 
 Needs a local hero 
 Somebody with the right style 
 Lookin' for a local hero 
 Someone with the right smile 
 Local hero local hero she said with a smile 
 Local hero he used to live here for a while 
            
 
HATA BİLDİR
 
 
		
        
        
        
         
         
         
         
        
        
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