Without the desire to serve and a love of the town
Ignoring the tradition that had been handed down
He tore in the department and worked hard to advance
So heartless to the gutless unprepared to take a chance
Providence is where they came to make a living
Generation after generation numbers of a man
Trying to scrape together wonders of tradition
Providence is where they came, providence is where they stayed...
How many times did you run in through hell
Do you still hear the screams
The siren or the bell
And all the horrible stories that you never tell
Its all part of the job
If your doing it well...
Promotions never asked for but accepted
Awards and medals humbilly collected
Decorated, celebrated, much respected, much admired
So heartless to to the hardened before he lost his he retired
Providence is where they came to make a living
Generations yet to be, forget the one you made
Side effects of save and give and grieve
And providence is where they came, providence is where they stayed...
How many times did you run in through hell
Do you still hear the screams
The siren or the bell
And all the horrible stories that you never tell
Its all part of the job
If your doing it well...if your doing it well...
How many times did you run into hell
How many times did you run into hell
How many times did you run into, how many times did you run into
How many times did you run into hell