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Volunteer Fireman
by Linda McLamb
All over our county, in communities and towns,
Big Red and Yellow trucks are setting around.
Each truck has a number painted on its side,
it fills each of its members with a great deal of pride.
There's closeness with members that's hard to explain,
it's a brotherhood of "Dancers with Flames".
You fight the fires you smell of smoke,
you're bone tired your clothes are soaked.
You do the job the best you can,
it's for you neighbors and your fellow man.
The alarm goes off there's a wreck down the road,
you look in the car it's a kid you know.
Mobile home on fire it's all in flames,
there stands a family in the freezing rain.
Summer air is hot and dry,
lightning strikes down from the sky,
woods on fire trucks must roll,
people counting on you to get it under control.
You volunteer your energy and your time,
but I don't think much about you until the house fire or accident is MINE!
Then comes a day and you answer a call,
that some of your members never came back from at all.
They may have laid their life down and you risk yours too,
for someone they never knew.
BUT, you're firemen and that's what firemen do!
And when your life is over may God take you by the hand,
he'll have a new job for you, cause Heaven won't be needing
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