Songtexte: Wendy McNeill. Everyday Heroes.

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Air thick with history tourists and chicory
Buildings are gorgeous shells of what used to be
I'm looking for something beyond architecture
Something bold and daring that's when I met her

She worships the maiden of the French quarter
Same look on her face as Joan six centuries before her
She's a poet, a Mother, a fighter, a freak
A tacky renegade in Mardi Gras beads

An everyday hero
Stumbling away
Every day hero
Makes me say

Fierce eyed beauty you're so brave
Wish you fortune wish you grace

An eight year old busker is tapping away
Hopes his feet will carry him to New York someday
He's the youngest of six and his momma prays
That he'll be her savior her little lamb

An everyday hero
Making a wage
Everyday hero
Makes me say

Fresh faced beauty you're so brave
Wish you fortune wish you fame

Three cheers for everyday heroes hey hey hey
Three cheers for everyday heroes hey hey hey
Three cheers for everyday heroes hey hey hey

In a city settled by artists and thieves
And others that fit in that category
I can't say much about it cuz I didn't stay long
Took a New Orleans left before I knew it the day was gone

Filled with everyday heroes filled with everyday heroes hey hey hey...