| 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 |