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The Last Of A Dying Breed Lyrics

Album Name : The Very Best of Neal McCoy
Release Date : 2008-05-30
Song Duration : 3:03

Neal Mccoy The Last Of A Dying Breed


He's a cold beer drinker, a buck deer hunter:
The best friend a dog ever had.
A post-hole-digger, a mint Skoal dipper,
John Deere cap-sportin' man.
With a house on a hill and a pond in the field,
Surrounded by a mess of corn rows.
Makes a livin' from his labour, a credit to the Maker,
He's somebody everybody knows.

Last of a dying breed who tend the fields and mend the fences.
Heaven knows, I'd 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 terrors,
Down at the VFW hall. (y'all.)
Cake pan lickers, ripe tomato pickers,
Hay balers loadin' trailers in the Fall.
Fruit stand sellers, town square dwellers,
Who gather at The Dairy Queen at dawn.
Everybody knows him an' everybody loves him:
God, I'm gonna miss him if they're gone.

Last of a dying breed who tend the fields and mend the fences.
Heaven knows, I'd 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.

(Last of a dying breed.)
He's a hard-working family man.
(Last of a dying breed.)

Last of a dying breed who tend the fields and mend the fences.
Heaven knows, I'd 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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