Even Heroes Die By Paul Thorn 7/10/2010 Capo 2 Am Am/G F G Midnight at Graceland in '72 Am Am/G F G Shooting TVs with groupies in the Jungle Room Am Am/G Am/F# Am/F A little fame and fortune was all he had left C G C He had become a parody of himself They dug his grave by the kitchen door And millions of blue-haired ladies took the guided tour His Chinese fan club came over on a boat And took pictures at his birthplace in Tupelo Chorus: F C G C Some disappear, they drop out of sight F C G Some stay too long and get crucified F C Whoa this world ain't no place to be E7 Am AF/GG Am Gm/G When you're larger than life, ohhh even heroes die Over on the poor side of Birmingham He was preaching on the corner but nobody gave a damn Except a couple hookers and a homeless man A dozen losers Were his best friends At the church across the street, they were raising hell They said if he is a man of God, why do his old clothes smell They ran him out of town for disturbing the peace He died on a shelter cot in his sleep Chorus Whoa, even heroes die