| 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 |