Hero Blues
Bob Dylan Lyrics


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Yes, the gal I got
I swear she's the screaming end
She wants me to be a hero
So she can tell all her friends

Well, she begged, she cried
She pleaded with me all last night
Well, she begged, she cried
She pleaded with me all last night
She wants me to go out
And find somebody to fight

She reads too many books
She got new movies inside her head
She reads too many books
She got movies inside her head
She wants me to walk out running
She wants me to crawl back dead

You need a different kinda man, babe
One that can grab and hold your heart
Need a different kind of man, babe
One that can hold and grab your heart
You need a different kind of man, babe
You need Napoleon Bonaparte

Well, when I'm dead
No more good times will I crave
When I'm dead
No more good times will I crave




You can stand and shout hero
All over my lonesome grave

Overall Meaning

The song Hero Blues by Bob Dylan is a witty, sarcastic take on the pressure to live up to societal expectations of being a hero. Dylan sings from the perspective of a man whose girlfriend wants him to be a hero, so that she can brag to her friends. However, the man is not interested in fighting, as he believes it is pointless and instead tries to convince his lover that she needs a different kind of man - specifically, Napoleon Bonaparte.


The lyrics also suggest that the girl is influenced by the fictional narratives she reads in books and sees in movies, which have created a skewed idea of heroism in her mind. The singer humorously quips that his girlfriend wants him to come back crawling dead from a fight, indicating that she has unrealistic and potentially dangerous expectations of him. Above all, the song is a critique of the societal pressure to conform to traditional masculine ideals and be a hero.


Overall, Hero Blues is a clever commentary on the myth of heroism and the pressure to conform to societal expectations. Dylan uses humor and wit to critique traditional ideas of masculinity and the unrealistic expectations that are placed on men.


Line by Line Meaning

Yes, the gal I got I swear she's the screaming end She wants me to be a hero So she can tell all her friends
The woman I have is very demanding and expects me to be heroic so that she can brag about me to her friends.


Well, she begged, she cried She pleaded with me all last night Well, she begged, she cried She pleaded with me all last night She wants me to go out And find somebody to fight
All of last night, my partner begged and cried, pleading with me to go out and start a fight.


She reads too many books She got new movies inside her head She reads too many books She got movies inside her head She wants me to walk out running She wants me to crawl back dead
My partner has been reading too many books and has unrealistic expectations. She wants me to leave recklessly and come back harmed or dead.


You need a different kinda man, babe One that can grab and hold your heart Need a different kind of man, babe One that can hold and grab your heart You need a different kind of man, babe You need Napoleon Bonaparte
You require someone else entirely, perhaps someone like Napoleon Bonaparte, a man that can capture and captivate your heart.


Well, when I'm dead No more good times will I crave When I'm dead No more good times will I crave You can stand and shout hero All over my lonesome grave
In death, I won't long for pleasant moments. If I am deemed a hero, I won't be able to appreciate it because I will be gone; instead, shout it all over my lonely grave.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: BOB DYLAN

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Arjun Upadhya

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Yes, the gal I got
I swear she’s the screaming end
She wants me to be a hero
So she can tell all her friends
Well, she begged, she cried
She pleaded with me all last night
Well, she begged, she cried
She pleaded with me all last night
She wants me to go out
And find somebody to fight
She reads too many books
She got new movies inside her head
She reads too many books
She got movies inside her head
She wants me to walk out running
She wants me to crawl back dead
You need a different kinda man, babe
One that can grab and hold your heart
Need a different kind of man, babe
One that can hold and grab your heart
You need a different kind of man, babe
You need Napoleon Boneeparte
Well, when I’m dead
No more good times will I crave
When I’m dead
No more good times will I crave
You can stand and shout hero
All over my lonesome grave
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JackJColl jackjcoll

great fingerpicking

Jeff Leach

He always said he couldn't figure out finger style, and I strongly disagree.

Bob Shiel

He is flat picking, not finger picking.

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