Jacques Lamure is a   volunteer fireman   He longs to give his life   Saving a nice old man and his wife   When their house is   filled with flames   Earning him honor and fame         Jacques Lamure is a foreman   at a clock factory   He wishes he were boss   So he could fire that scoundrel William Moss   Who always puts him down   When Megan Blanchard is around         He told himself last year   that when springtime was here   He would suddenly appear at Meg's door   He'd rent a mariachi band and respectfully demand   His dear Meg to take his hand   And to be his forever more   But of course he didn't dare   and pretended not to care   About the insult or the loss   When he found out she'd married William Moss         Jacques Lamure goes to see a show   every other Friday night   He likes the westerns best   He'd rather be a sheriff with a gold star on his chest   Than that weird guy who never says a word   And when spoken to pretends he hadn't heard         He realized one day that he didn't have to stay   That he could move as far away as planes could fly   He chuckled as he mused   About the people who had rused him   And how shocked and confused that they would be   When he says goodbye and never turns around   Never returns to that miserable town         Then as weeks passed he soon did find   This move had greatly improved his state of mind