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All because I walk a different street |
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And not helloed by some I meet |
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That don't mean that what I do ain't right |
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Those that said that I was wrong |
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Now say thay knew it all along |
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'Cause I'll be a hero when I strike |
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I'll be a hero when I strike |
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Come up tight and out of sight |
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They'll say I'm dynamite |
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And they'd like to be there when I lite |
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'Cause I'll be a hero when I strike |
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I love God and the flag |
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And I ain't the kind to stand and brag |
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And I'm the kind to stand right up and fight |
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Don't need a uniform to wear |
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To make the people stop and stare |
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'Cause, Hoss, I'll be a hero when I strike |
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I'll be a hero when I strike |
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Come up tight and out of sight |
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They'll say I'm dynamite |
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And they'd like to be there when I lite |
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'Cause I'll be a hero when I strike |
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Won't shake hands until I'm sore |
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Wear medals hangin' to the floor |
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They'll throw rocks at Franklin and his kind |
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They'll say, boy, ain't that cowboy hot |
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There ain't nothin' he ain't got |
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But I'm gonna be a hero when I strike |
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I'll be a hero when I strike |
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Come up tight and out of sight |
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They'll say I'm dynamite |
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And they'd like to be there when I lite |
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'Cause I'll be a hero when I strike |
