A tougher man I may never meet
Than one that came from 2808 South Harwood Street

In his years on the department he made quite a reputation
And his home was the number six fire station

As a fireman on the nozzle he was revered
Charging through the flames to extinguish without fear

He’d breathe out smoke from his Marlboro Light
Like steam from the nostrils of a bull ready to fight

He didn’t need words for you to know your place
You knew where you stood by the look on his face

But inside that big old frame of a man
Is a heart that cares for his family and friends

A devoted father to his daughter’s dreams
And a husband who spoke of his wife with a gleam

No better aroma than the smell of his fried chicken
Emanating from that old fire station kitchen

And the Magnolia tree in the yard that’s missing a limb
Is a reminder of the night it fell upon him

He made us study our maps and know our routes
As a Driver-Engineer he knew Engine 6 inside and out

Over a cup of coffee we’d listen to the stories he would tell
Until it was time to turn in or the sounding of the bell

With all of his years of service his greatest legacy
Were the ones he left every third day, his family.

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