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When I work as a single I use my real name - JAMES MICHAEL TAYLOR. I have this hope that there are people I lost in the past will be able to find me some day if I use my real name.
Song Info
Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Folk
Charts
#16,203 today Peak #160
#3,579 in subgenre Peak #30
Author
James Michael Taylor
Rights
(C) 2005 Royal T Music
Uploaded
June 22, 2005
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MP3 0.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Calling everyone that steps in front of a tank and gets hisself killed a hero got me to thinking about what the meaning of "hero" might really add up to...
Lyrics
HEROS If you're risking your life for a place in the news And doing something stupid helps you sing the blues And if you think hurting is paying your dues Do you think you're a hero... Well, I ain't no hero. I'm just trying to survive No, me and Cindy, we're just staying alive We got a hurt in our heart and a tear in our eye But we ain’t heros ............................. Small town constable he liked to play cop He got a cop radio and turned it way up Chased a stolen van and he signaled 'em to stop... Small town constable got his self dead Blew the shirt off his shoulders, the hat off his head Shotgun blast turned everything red... So he had hisself a funeral one fine day Every cop in Texas came to sing his praise Sounded like thunder when they roared away Called him little rooster (stupid fucker) under their breath Just another unnecessary death Could have said it out loud but instead They called him a HERO ........................................ So let's take a closer listen to this hero talk When you save your own skin it's not a hero's walk If the shoe don't fit you don't call it a sock If you got an alligator you don't call it a crock When you blacken up your skillet you don't call it a wok You catch a school of fish you don't call it a flock When you eat up all the gumbo you just gotta restock If the boat don't float you don't call it Iraq Call it a peerow ................................ It don't take a hero to say, "No!" to the draft And it don't take a genius to see thru their crap They can't take MY freedom and give it to Iraq ( And call me Stupido ) If I come into your country and you shoot my ass And my buddies drag my body back over the pass Wrap me up in a flag and send my family some cash And call me a hero ................................. I ain't no hero. I'm just trying to survive No, me and Cindy, we're just staying alive We got a hurt in our heart and a tear in our eye But we ain't heros When the mist lies o're the bayou you don't call it a fog When you trip out to the outhouse you don't read the catalog When you mix a Bloody Mary you don't call it eggnog When you wander thru the Bayou you don't call it a bog When you gig a big toad you don't call it a frog When the people hug the trees you don't all 'em prologue If you need a hound for hunting you don't want a lap dog When you rustle up an oyster you don't call it a qauhog When you need a tuxedo you don't order a tog When the neighbors honk their horns you don't call it a knock When you need to get a job done you don't call a peacock When you go to buy a bond you don't call it a stock When you're dancing to the fiddle you don't call it hard rock When the boat's up in the driveway you don't call it dry dock If you want dumplins for your dinner do you kill a game cock When you love your perish priest do you vote to defrock Ad infinitum… ....................................
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