[Verse 1]
F#mWill you do me a favor, C#pianoman, please?
AI want you to write me a Esong
AThey call me the Hero of EAntelopeC#7’s Run
F#mAnd I’ve got to show C#mem' they’re F#mwrong
AYou see, it all started a Eweek ago
F#mIn the bar down on corridor C#mthree
F#mThere was nobody Ethere but the Aregular C#bums:
F#mTwo losers, the bC#marman, and F#mme
F#mSlopping up booze in the C#mnorth corner booth
AWas the old man they Bmcalled Captain C#Jed
‘Cause he F#mowned a tramp freighter, the C#mold Antelope
F#mA ship that, like C#mhim, was half F#mdead
DNow Molly, they say, was a Acrack pilot C#monce
BmA gal with a Ebrilliant Acareer
F#mBut then she started Edoping on ARegulus C#One
F#mAnd finally washed C#mout down F#mhere
[Verse 2]
F#mAnd me, well, I wanted tC#he Navy, bad
ABut it seems that they diEdn’t want me
ASo I stopped chasing stars, started Esweeping up C#7bars
F#mFor bed, board, and C#mall my drinkF#ms free
AIt was quiet that night, with the Edocks closed down
F#mThere was nothing due in for a C#mweek
F#mNot a ship was in Eport but the Aold AnteC#lope
F#mWhen the red alert C#mstarted to F#mshriek:
F#mThe whole station shook like a hurt living C#mthing
AThen the lights dimmed and Bmfaded C#away
F#mThen the gravity went, and the C#mair pumps cut out
And the Abartender C#mstarted to F#mpray
“Ah, Dstow that bilge, head for the AAntelope C#mnow!”
Jed’s Bmvoice cut the Edark like a Aknife
“The F#mstation Ereactors gone Acritical C#load
F#mSo run to the C#mdocks for your F#mlife!”
[Verse 3]
F#mWhen we got to the docks, we found C#waiting out there
Every Asoul that had been left Ealive
AThey begged with their eyes for poor Eold Captain C#7Jed
F#mTo tell them all C#mhow to suF#mrvive
A“Break out the suits,” said the Ecaptain to them
F#m“For it’s dark and it’s airless and C#mcold
F#mBut I swear I can Eget you all oAut of here C#safe
F#mPacked in to the C#mAntelope’s F#mhold.”
F#m“Molly,” he asked, “Can you C#mnavigate?”
“Aye,” she said. “AWho do we Bmhave for a C#crew?”
“The F#mAntelope needs only tC#mhree hands,” he said
“And I F#mthink our young C#friend here will F#mdo.”
The cDonfident look that Ahe flashed at me C#mthen
Made my Bmheart turn oEver with Apride
I F#mnever once Ethought about Abacking aC#way
F#mI think I would C#mrather have dF#mied
[Verse 4]
F#mTwo hundred alive in the C#mAntelope’s hold
And the ACaptain, and Molly, and Eme
We Aslammed the locks just as the Estation blew C#7wide
F#mJed hit the main C#mjets to get F#mfree
ANow, that kind of G-force is rough on the Eheart
F#mToo much for his ticker to C#mtake
F#mSo when we came Earound and we Asaw how he C#lay
F#mWe knew Captain C#mJed wouldn’t F#mwake
So F#mI took the comm, and the C#mengineer board
And AMolly took Bmhelm and the C#nav
With the F#mmanual spread out all over the C#mdeck
F#mAnd her mind for what C#mthey didn’t F#mhave
She Dworked at that comp like a Acrazy C#mmachine
While her Bmhands shook like Egrass in the Abreeze
F#mBut her skills were still Esharp, and she Ajumped us three C#times
F#mNever minding the C#mshakes and F#mDTs
[Verse 5]
F#mThree jumps made clean, only one more was C#left
When the Aship’s alarm started to Eblast -
Her Aold worn-out seals had come Eloose in the C#7stress
We were F#mlosing our C#mheat and air F#mfast
On the Abridge, there was only one Evacuum suit left
Well, they F#msay Lady Luck is stone C#mblind
“Heads or F#mtails,” was the Equestion I Astarted to C#ask
F#mWhen I felt myself C#mhit from F#mbehind
F#mWhen I came to again, I was C#msealed in the suit
She was Abelted down Bmtight in her C#chair
With her F#mhands on the console, a C#msmile on her lips
And the F#mice on her C#mface and her F#mhair
“DHere’s the instructions to Aget us all C#mhome,”
I Bmsaw she had Eleft on the Ascreen
“F#mIf any old sEhipmates should aAsk after C#me
Just F#mtell em' I C#mfinally died cF#mlean.”
[Verse 6]
I F#mmade the last jump just like C#she told me to
And I Abrought the ship in like she Esaid
They Acall me a hero now, Efor what I C#7did
But they F#mdon’t mention C#mMolly or F#mJed
So Awrite me that song now, Epianoman, please
And sing it F#mout often and C#mloud
So they F#mall know the Estory of one Akind of C#hero
The F#mkind that makes C#meveryone F#mproud
For some F#mkind of heroes are C#mlunkheads like me
Who Aonly do Bmthings that they’re C#told
And some F#mkinds of hero are out for the C#mglory
They’re F#mheroes on C#mpurpose, and F#mbold
DSome become heroes for Abravery, C#msure
And Bmsome just bEecause all is lost
But a F#mfew are true Eheroes, like AMolly and C#Jed
Who F#mgive without C#mcounting the F#mcost