V.F.D.

Me and my friend and this boy named Eddy
We were bored one afternoon
We was sitting in the hay
It was a hot Texas day
And we was playing with matches
Like some kids do

We would throw our matches in the high dry grass
Close our eyes and count to ten
And then race the burning field
Doin' the toe and heel
We'd die laughing, we'd do it
All over again

I'm singin:
Where there's smoke there's sure to be a fire
Ready steady go it was
Down to the wire
We was racing Inevitability
We was making trouble for the V.F.D
That's the Volunteer Fire Department now

I'm sure you know how this story goes
Our little fire ran out of control
Somebody called for the V.F.D
It was not me (It weren't me, Jack)

Ah they drive from fifteen miles away
So when they arrive, I'm sorry to say
That the field was black
And the sky was grey
And you know those barns they store hay in?...

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

I slowly backed into the crowd
Me and Eddy we looked at each other
We never mention it to this day
But my friend, she went and
Told her mother ah Jesus!
Can you believe that

She said:
Where there's smoke there's sure to be a fire
Ready steady go it was
Down to the wire
We was racing Inevitability, ma
We was making trouble for the V.F.D., ma
We was raising insurance premiums, ma
We was spreading fear of arson
We was spreading fear of arson
All around Kelsey