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 again until sometime the next day
But the thing that bothered me the most was the things some folks would say

A fireman's life is easy, he eats and sleeps and plays,
and sometimes he won't fight a fire for many, many days


When I first heard these words I was young to understand
But I knew when people had trouble Dad was there to lend a hand


Then my father went to work one day and kissed us all goodbye
but little did we realize that night we all would cry


My father lost his life that night when the floor gave way below
And I wondered why he'd risked his life for someone he did not know

 
But now I truly realize the greatest gift a man can give
is to lay his life upon the line so that someone else might live


So as we go from day to day and pray to God above
Say a prayer for your local fireman
He may save the ones you love