Outside my uncle's funeral/ A whole procession of them
Dressed in black/ bright buttons, caps, & stars
One fireman caught eyes with me/ And held me there a moment
& there & then climbed a ladder to my heart
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One among a thousand dark good looks Italian
Sensibilities
I can't believe a man like that
Would be caught dead looking at me
A bonafide hero/ And here I am a Southern bad sport
& he's a fireman from New York
In the little town that I come from/ It's been so long since someone
Smiled at me/ And looked me in the eyes
When you're feeling sad & forlorn/ Nothing like a man in uniform
This is my anthem/ & I'll sing it to the skies
CHORUS
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Performed by Marycatherine Smith.