My Father was a Fireman,
He drove a big red truck
and when
He'd go to work each day
He'd say,
"Mother wish me luck"
Then dad would not come home until the next day.
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But the thing that bothered me the most
was things some folk would say,
"A Fireman's life is easy,
He eats, and sleeps, and plays,
and sometimes He won't fight a fire,
for Days & Days."
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When I first heard these words
I was young to understand.
But I know when People had trouble,
Dad was there to lend a hand.
Then my Father went to work
one day and kissed us all
Goodbye.
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but little did we realize,
that we would all cry.
My Father lost his life that night,
When the floor gave way below.
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And I wondered why He'd risk his life
for someone He did not know.
But I now I truly realize
The Greatest gift a man can give
is to lay his life upon the line
so that someone else may live.
So as we go from Day to Day
And we pray to God above
Say a Prayer for your Local Fireman
He may save the ones' you love.
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