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When the wind has blown from the northward days
And the smoke clouds denser grow
When the sun is hidden by a blood red haze
And the rivers and the creeks are low
That is the time of the big red steer
The season of drought and dread
And the firefighters gather from far and near
As the distant sky turns red
Call the fighting man
The volunteer fighting man
He's a good firefighting man
And we need every fighting man to give a hand
The bushfire fighting man
The volunteer fighting man
Now the volunteer is an engineer
He's the man who lives next door
The baker, the banker, the trucker man
The keeper of the local store
He's the lookout man on the mountaintop
Who sounds that warning cry
When the sirens wail on the fire trail
You know he's standing by
Call the fighting man
The bushfire fighting man
He's a good firefighting man
And we need every fighting man to give a hand
The bushfire fighting man
The volunteer fighting man
Let's stand up for the fighting man
Stand up for the women too
They stood beside their fighting men
And helped to pull them through
How many times has the siren wailed
Its warning far and near?
How many stories could be told
Of the bushfire volunteer?
Call the fighting man
The bushfire fighting man
He's a good firefighting man
And we need every fighting man to give a hand
The bushfire fighting man
The volunteer fighting man
The bushfire fighting man...