Song | Local Hero |
Artist | Bruce Springsteen |
Album | Lucky Town |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Bruce Springsteen Music:Bruce Springsteen | |
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 beneath 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 |
Lyrics: Bruce Springsteen Music: Bruce Springsteen | |
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 beneath 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 |
Lyrics: Bruce Springsteen Music: Bruce Springsteen | |
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 beneath 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 |