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
Everyday 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 some day
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, 'cause 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