Bill Anderson - Where Have All Our Heroes Gone Lyrics
(Bill Anderson - Bob Talbert)Where have all our heroes goneWhat's come over our great landAmerica is still my home sweet homeBut where have all our heroes gone?I saw a group of boys the other dayStanding in the corner of a playgroundLooking and laughin' at a magazineAnd I overheard one of the boysSaid man is he ever coolAnd he pointed to the manWho's picture was on the magazine coverAnd everybody kinda said under their breathYeah, he's cool alright.And I got sick to my stomachBecause I'd seen the coverAnd the man that they were talking aboutHad instigated a riot in one of our major cities last summerAnd the magazine was writingAbout how the police were unkind to himThe judges were not fair with himAnd how he talked back and slungHis long hair about and cussedAnd did his things and they made him into a regular hero.And inside this magazine was the story of a baseball playerWho got involved with the gamblersOf the football player who said that football was not the endJust a means to an end. meanin' the girls and the good timesAnd a story of a folk singer who proudly claimsTo be both a member of a party ailenTo our government and a nontax payin' citizen.These young boys read with open eyes and open mindsAnd I thought to myself my GodAre these the people that these young boys look up toAre these their idols, are these the heroesOf the now generation?(America is still my home sweet home)(But where have all our heroes gone?)I had heroes when I was a kid, we all didAnd our heroes did their thing tooLike General Douglas McArthurWho returned like he said he wouldLike Gene Autry and Roy RogersWho chased the bad guys right off the screenLike Lindberg who flew the oceanAnd Jesse Owens who showed HitlerAnd John Wayne and Gerry CooperAfter all didn't they really win the warAnd General Ike bless your soul'Cause he made us feel safe.We've killed some of our recent heroesThe Kennedys and KingsAnd even as great as their space feats areHow many of the astronauts can you name huh how manyMy heroes were people like Joe DiMaggioWho proved that nice guys can finish firstAnd Stan Musian who never had an unkind word for anybodyAnd Winston Churchill who's two fingersRaised together meant victory.Not just a let-your-enemy-have-it-all kind of artificial peaceThis country needs a lotta things today friendsBut it doesn't need any one thing anymoreThan it needs some real heroes.Men who know what it meansTo be looked up to by a griny faced kidMen who wanna sign autograph booksAnd not deal under the tableMen who are willing to play the gameWith the people who made them heroesMen who don't mind putting on a white hatAnd saying thank you and pleaseI wish I knew more men that I'd be proud ofFor my son to look up to and sayDaddy when I grow up I want to be just-like-him.(Where have all our heroes gone?)...
