Even Heroes Die
By Paul Thorn
7/10/2010
Capo 2
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Midnight at Graceland in '72
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Shooting TVs with groupies in the Jungle Room
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A little fame and fortune was all he had left
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He had become a parody of himself
They dug his grave by the kitchen door
And millions of blue-haired ladies took the guided tour
His Chinese fan club came over on a boat
And took pictures at his birthplace in Tupelo
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Some disappear, they drop out of sight
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Some stay too long and get crucified
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Whoa this world ain't no place to be
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When you're larger than life, ohhh even heroes die
Over on the poor side of Birmingham
He was preaching on the corner but nobody gave a damn
Except a couple hookers and a homeless man
A dozen losers Were his best friends
At the church across the street, they were raising hell
They said if he is a man of God, why do his old clothes smell
They ran him out of town for disturbing the peace
He died on a shelter cot in his sleep
Chorus
Whoa, even heroes die
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