Everyday Heroes - Wendy McNeill

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

Every day 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 someday

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 cuz 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…