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Smokejumpers are a breed apart, the blood runs cold in their veins;

When forests catch fire, they’re the first ones there, jumping out of airplanes.

One by one they fall through the sky, they meet up down below;

By the time they eat breakfast the very next day; that fire is under control.


Deep in the hills of Montana, where the cool Missouri flows.

There’s a land where the plains meet the mountains that the locals call Mann Gulch.

Lightning struck near the top of the ridge where the trees grow thick and tall

Smoke soon turned to fire, a roaring, blazing wall.


Fire, fire the flames kept growing higher; stoked by a hot summer breeze;

reaching for the tops of the trees.


The smokejumpers gathered up their gear and hiked along the side of the hill.

The fire spread slowly above them; far above the river’s icy chill.

Smoke and embers were everywhere; it was getting hard to see.

More fire lit up in the bottom of the gulch, filled with tinder dry debris.


The fire spread quickly up the sides of the hills, cutting off the river’s embrace.

The wind picked up and drove the fire on; the men were in a deadly race.

They dropped their tools and started to run for the ridge on the other side.

The land was steep and rocky; there was no place there to hide.


Fire, fire the flames kept growing higher; stoked by a hot summer breeze;

reaching for the tops of the trees.

Fire, fire, like a crazy demon choir, racing through the grass and the weeds,

Killing everything it sees.



Sixteen men worked the fire that day, only three went home.

Smokejumpers laid down one by one as the smoke filled up their lungs.

Office men in the west and the east knew heads were gonna roll.

Files were lost, records were burned; many lies were told.


Every bin of apples has one or two that are especially sweet.

A few good men set out to learn the truth where ever it might lead.

They dug and they turned and they pried and they poked until the lies began to burn.

Other lives would be saved by their hard work and the lessons that they learned.


Fire, fire the flames kept growing higher; stoked by a hot summer breeze;

reaching for the tops of the trees.

Fire, fire, like a crazy demon choir, racing through the grass and the weeds,

Killing everything it sees.

Fire, fire, liar pants on fire, better get down on your knees,

The truth is gonna set you free.


Truth seekers are a breed apart, the blood runs hot in their veins.

When liars catch fire they’re the first ones there, jumping out of airplanes.