Even Heroes Die
By Paul Thorn
Tabbed By Larry Mofle
7/10/2010


Tabbed from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tXEf8pCc4oQ


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   Am/G  F  G             Am   Am/G  F  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