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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 
But there's something in my ear 
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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