Bill Anderson Where Have All Our Heroes Gone lyrics

Where Have All Our Heroes Gone by Bill Anderson

Where Have All Our Heroes Gone lyrics
Where have all our heroes gone what's come over our great land
America is still my home sweet home but where have all our heroes gone
I saw a group of boys the other day standing in the corner of a playground
Looking and laughin' at a magazine
And I overheard one of the boys said man is he ever cool
And he pointed to the man who's picture was on the magazine cover
And everybody kinda said under their breath yeah he's cool alright
And I got sick to my stomach
Because I'd seen the cover and the man that they were talking about 
Had instigated a riot in one of our major cities last summer
And the magazine was writing about how the police were unkind to him
The judges were not fair with him
And how he talked back and slung his long hair about and cussed
And did his things and they made him into a regular hero
And inside this magazine was the story of a baseball player
Who got involted with the gamblers
Of the football player who said that football was not the end
Just a mean to an end meanin' the girls and the good times
And a story of a folk singer who proudly claims 
To be both a member of a party ailen to our government and a nontax payin' citizen
These young boys read with open eyes and open minds
And I thought to myself my God
Are these the people that these young boys look up to
Are these their idols are these the heroes of 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 did and our heroes did their thing too 
Like General Douglas McArthur who returned like he said he would
Like Gene Autry and Roy Rogers who chased the bad guys right off the screen
Like Lindberg who flew the ocean and Jesse Owens who showed Hitler
And John Wayne and Gerry Cooper after all didn't they really win the war
And General Ike bless your soul cause he made us feel safe
We've killed some of our recent heroes the Kennedys and Kings 
And even as great as their space feats are
How many of the astronauts can you name huh how many
My heroes were people like Joe DiMaggio who proved that nice guys can finish first
And Stan Musian who never had an unkind word for anybody
And Winston Churchill who's two fingers raised together meant victory
Not just a let-your-enemy-have-it-all kind of artificial peace
This country needs a lotta things today friends
But it doesn't need any one thing anymore than it needs some real heroes
Men who know what it means to be looked up to by a griny faced kid
Men who wanna sign autograph books and not deal under the table
Men who are willing to play the game with the people who made them heroes
Men who don't mind putting on a white hat and saying thank you and please
I wish I knew more men that I'd be proud of for my son to look up to and say
Daddy when I grow up I want to be just-like-him (Where have all our heroes gone)