Tekster:
Home Town Hero Eighteen

You'll steal my heart, I'll count to three You'll walk away, just like on TV You left enchanted You'll steal my heart, I'll count to three You'll walk

I left my home town in a big cloud of dust I just had to follow my gut And I thank God I ain't what I almost was Guitar town, I bought this old Epi

way back home As he picked up his hat, well, the crowd cheered 'Cos they knew a cowboy was born Yeah, that day a cowboy was born From the heroes in

I left my home town in a big cloud of dust I just had to follow my gut And I thank God I ain't what I almost was In guitar town I bought this old Epiphone

or die, but we wouldn't shirk Eight months we fought and eight months we starved We stood by Larkin through thick and thin But foodless homes and

now so every night that?s where I go, he?s on the brink but he?s showing no fear though ?cause if he dies there, he?ll be dieing a hero. Thing?s

is down the cops have found the vein." Them bare foot boys left their homes for the woods Them little barefoot street boys, they said their homes ain

young children on the wheels of the winners And the sixty-eight summer festival wallflowers are thinning For cheap easy meals and hardly a home on the

Broken young children on the wheels of the winners And the sixty-eight summer festival wallflowers are thinning For cheap easy meals and hardly a home