"Firefighter" genre: Blues Rock
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	Aged 19 years old, a son talks to his father just before signing up to join the New York Fire Department and "comes of age" during the Septemenr 11 Attack. Mostly blue rock but some Jimmi Hendrex soul exists in this song.
	CD: 911 the Album   Label: Speedy Duck Credits: Dave Laurence
	Story Behind the Song The writer of this song is a Commercial Pilot and composed the Album 911 The Album dealing with the events of Spet 11, 2001. The song Firefighter was included to address the role the NYFD payed in the saving of people. Lyrics FIRE FIGHTER Well you know dad Its time to leave home Make it on my own Well son Look at you What you going to do? Well sir, I know only one drum I wish to become a Fire fighter like you. Fire fighter like me. Fire fighter I say That will make me proud Proud to be the father of a True American. N Y F D said the father to son The proudest of all American ones Go with our blessings But say bye to your ma And you can drive yourself Down in my car After training I take up my station Fire fighter I am This is for me And I'm for them Its time to get together again What's this I hear At 19 years old It seems like it is time To be bold There is an airplane crash in Central park Time to put on gear Slide down the pole One jump And we out of here Sirens blasting At full blare Wind blowing back My hair As we come around the Corner there's a sight to be seen Our huge tower is burning Nothing in between Suddenly there's a deafening roar A huge metal fireball Falls to the floor What’s going on with Our Pilots today Why are they crashing like this Words come on the radio America's under attack There are people to be saved We go in We are not scared WE ARE AMERICAN So in we go To the smoke and the heat All the way through I hear my heart beat My father’s words Be proud my boy Be proud my son You are indeed a true American 14 hours of hell I survived But many of my colleagues Are left behind Their helmets on the ground Still sweat inside And its thanks To God that I survived But alas many Of my friends have died.

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