Kezia Gill- Local Man's Star 2026 (Official Video)

The new version of 'Local Man's Star', Kezia's original song about her father first released in 2019 has now been re-written and re-produced (Alyssa Bonagura) to pay tribute after Eddie McGill sadly passed away in 2020. This new video is a reflection on the amazing man that influenced Kezia, and brought her up to be the artist we all know today. Instagram // @keziagillmusic Facebook // ‪@keziagill‬ TikTok // @keziagillmusic X // @keziagillmusic Credits: Videography- Dan Wharton for DW Visuals Styling & Editing- Kezia Gill Location- White Bottom Farm, Stockport Management- Zimagined Label- Snakefarm Records Music & Lyrics- Kezia Gill Lyrics: His hair was black, the darkest black And his voice was velvet smooth He ran away from home, did it on his own Just a young man with nothing to lose They came from afar, to hear his 12 string Guitar And to hear that angel sing And year after year, the crowds would cheer They came, they came for him. Johnny was selling records, Willie was writing hits And Elvis was breaking hearts, with one shake of his hips But my daddy was singing, for a living, in the backstreet bars A working class hero, a local man’s star And the reason I’m here, the reason I sing All that I am, I owe to him His hair was grey, a silvery grey And his voice is a memory now Home is where I like to be, with all the family And it’s like he’s still around us somehow The 12 string Guitar, is now on the wall And the music doesn’t play like it did But the stories remain, people still speak his name they remember, we remember him Johnny was selling records, Willie was writing hits And Elvis was breaking hearts, with one shake of his hips But my daddy was singing, for a living, in the backstreet bars A working class hero, a local man’s star And the reason I’m here, the reason I sing All that I am, I owe to him And all his dreams, are living inside of me Johnny was selling records, Willie was writing hits And Elvis was breaking hearts, with one shake of his hips But my daddy was singing, for a living, in the backstreet bars A working class hero, a local man’s star And the reason I’m here, the reason I sing All that I am, I owe to him