The Last Of A Dying Breed - текст песни
The Last Of A Dying Breed
Giddy up
He's a cold beer drinker
A buck and deer hunter
The best friend a dog ever had
A post tone digger
A mence scole dipper
A John Deere caps sportin man
With a house on a hill
and a pond in the fields
surrounded by a mess of corn rows
makes a livin from his labor
a credit to the maker
he's somebody everybody knows
[chrous:]
Last of a dying breed
who tend the fields and mend the fences
heaven knows I hate to think that
generation might be ending
but if he goes
he will go
down in history
as the last,the last
of the overall wearers
farmer-tan tearers
down at the BFW hall
cake pan lickers
ripe tomato pickers
hay bailers,loadin trailors in the fall
fruit stand sellers
town square dwellers who gather up
at dairy queen at dawn
everybody knows him everybody loves him
god i'm gonna miss him if their gone
[chrous:]
Last of a dying breed
who tend the fields and mend the fences
heaven knows I hate to think that
generation might be ending
but if he goes
he will go
down in history
as the last,the last
of a dying breed
(instrumental break)
(last of a dying breed)
he's a hard working family man
(last of a dying breed)
[chrous:]
Last of a dying breed
who tend the fields and mend the fences
heaven knows I hate to think that
generation might be ending
but if he goes
he will go
down in history
as the last,the last
of a dying breed
of a dying breed
of a dying breed
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