V F D

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Me and my friend and this boy named Eddie
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We was bored one afternoon
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We was sitting in the hay
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It was a hot Texas day
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And we was playing with matches like some kids do
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We would throw our matches into the high dry grass
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Close our eyes and count to ten
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And then race the burning field
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Doing the toe and heel
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We’d die laughing and do it all over again

(I'm singin')
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Where there’s smoke there’s sure to be a fire
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Ready steady go it was down to the wire
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We was racing inevitability
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We was making trouble for the V F D (That's the Volunteer Fire Department, now)

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Well, I’m sure that you know how this story goes
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Our little fire ran out of control
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Somebody called for the V F D
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It was not me, it weren’t me, Jack

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They drive from fifteen miles away
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So by the time they arrived I’m sorry to say
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The field was black
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The sky was grey
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And you know those barns they use to store the hay in? - Uh-huh

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The volunteers all shook their heads
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And then I recalled one of them said
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This fire was no accident
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No, this fire started with a match

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I slowly backed into the crowd - Me and Eddie we looked at each other
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We never mentioned it to this day
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But my friend, she went and told her mother (Aww, Jesus! - Can you believe that?)
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She said--

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Where there’s smoke there’s sure to be a fire
G                       A
Ready steady go it was down to the wire
        G             A
We was racing inevitability
        G                      A
We was making trouble for the V F D
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We was raising insurance premiums, ma
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We was spreading fear of arson
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We was spreading fear of arson
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All around -- Kelsey

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