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Me and my friend and this boy named Eddie We was bored one afternoon We was sitting in the hay It was a hot Texas day And we was playing with matches like some kids do We would throw our matches into the high dry grass Close our eyes and count to ten And then race the burning field Doing the toe and heel We'd die laughing and do it all over again Where there's smoke there's sure to be a fire Ready steady go it was down to the wire We was racing inevitability We was making trouble for the V F D I'm sure that you know how this story goes Our little fire ran out of control Somebody called for the V F D It was not me, it weren't me, Jack They drive from fifteen miles away So by the time they arrived I'm sorry to say The field was black The sky was grey Letras de canciones And you know those barns they store hay in? The volunteers all shook their heads And then I recalled one of them said This fire was no accident No, this fire started with a match I slowly backed into the crowdMe and Eddie we looked at each other We never mentioned it to this day But my friend, she went and told her mother Jesus! She said Where there's smoke there's sure to be a fire Ready steady go it was down to the wire We was racing inevitability We was making trouble for the V F D We was raising insurance premiums We was spreading fear of arson All around Kelsey From Letras Mania