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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 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 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"
There's beautiful women nights of low livin'
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And some dangerous money to be made
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 to tell
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First they made me the king then 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 my desperation
From the tainted chalice
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Wel I drunk some heady wine
Tonight I'm layin' here
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Sayin' there's a little town just 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 somebody woth the right smile