About the song
Now, Gather ‘Round, Y’all: George Strait’s “The Fireman”
Ah, George Strait, the King of Country himself, and a song that’ll warm you up like a crackling fire on a frosty night – “The Fireman”. This ain’t your typical ballad about cowboys and dusty trails, though. This is a story about hearts on the mend, about the smooth talker who can soothe the sting of a broken love.
Released back in 1985, “The Fireman” wasn’t just a hit, it was a declaration. It painted George Strait as a master of the honky-tonk, a man with a voice that could melt butter and a smile that could set hearts ablaze. But this ain’t no love song, mind you. This is a song about the fixer, the friend who shows up when the smoke’s still rising from a fiery argument, the one who can calm the stormiest of tears with a gentle word and a knowing wink.
He’s the guy who walks into a bar with a twinkle in his eye and a guitar slung across his back, ready to serenade the lovelorn and the lonely. He’s got a way with words, this fireman, a way of turning a frown upside down with a story or a song. He’s seen it all, folks, from bar fights to break-ups, and he knows just the right remedy – a little bit of laughter, a dash of hope, and a whole lot of charm.
But “The Fireman” ain’t just about the smooth talker. It’s about the vulnerability beneath the surface, the quiet ache that hides behind the easy smile. He’s been burned himself, this fireman, knows what it’s like to have his heart stomped on and left for ashes. But he’s learned to pick up the pieces, dust himself off, and keep on walkin’. He’s a walking testament to the resilience of the human spirit, a beacon of hope in the darkness.
So, pull up a stool, pour yourself a drink, and let George Strait take you back to the smoky haze of the honky-tonk. Let “The Fireman” warm your soul with its wit, its wisdom, and its undeniable charm. Just remember, folks, sometimes the best way to put out a fire is with a little bit of understanding, a touch of empathy, and a whole lot of heart. And that’s what “The Fireman” is all about.
Now, without further ado, let the music play and let George Strait take the stage!
Lyrics
Hey, they call me the fireman, that's my name
Makin' my rounds all over town
Puttin' out old flames
Hey, well, everybody'd like to have what I've got
I can cool 'em down when they're smolderin' hot
I'm the fireman, that's my name
Last night, they had a bad one
A mile or two down the road
Well, my buddy walked out
And left his woman burnin' out of control
Well, I was down there in 'bout an hour or so
With a little mouth to mouth, she was ready to go
I'm the fireman, that's my name
They call me the fireman, that's my name
Makin' my rounds all over town
Puttin' out old flames
Hey well, everybody'd like to have what I've got
I can cool 'em down when they're smolderin' hot
I'm the fireman, that's my name (burn 'em up)
I've got fire-engine, red t-bird automobile
In a minute or less, I can be dressed fit to kill
I work 24 on and 24 off
When they get too hot, they just give me a call
I'm the fireman, that's my name
They call me the fireman, that's my name
Makin' my rounds all over town
Puttin' out old flames
Hey well, everybody'd like to have what I've got
I can cool 'em down when they're smolderin' hot
I'm the fireman, that's my name
They call me the fireman, that's my name