| He’s 68 and brings my morning paper
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| Each day while it’s dark
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| Then hustles off to greet folks
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| At the Highway 9 Walmart
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| His daughter moved back home last year
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| With their two boys, twelve and ten
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| Then she skipped town and left him
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| And his wife to care for them
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| It used to be Superman
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| Johnny Bench and then George Jones
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| But lately I’ve been finding
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| All my heroes closer to home
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| Every time I see a squad car
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| Or pass a firehouse
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| I think of brave hearts behind badges
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| Ready when a call goes out
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| Seems since 9/11
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| It’s been on my mind
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| How they wake up every morning
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| And put their lives on the line
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| It used to be Superman
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| Johnny Bench and then George Jones
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| But lately I’ve been finding
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| All my heroes closer to home
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| I’ve got a life I’m loving
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| Got some children of my own
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| And some nights I tuck them in and stand there
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| In the dark alone
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| And I think back on my childhood
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| And the sweet days that I had
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| Now I see the sacrifice it took
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| From my mum and dad
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| It used to be Superman
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| Johnny Bench and then George Jones
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| But lately I’ve been finding
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| All my heroes closer to home
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| But lately I’ve been finding
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| All my heroes closer to home |