Dying Breed

I woke up this mornin' with a poundin' in my head

I got thirty-five beer cans of fear beneath my bed

So I head down to the quick stop for a Slim Jim

And a cup of coffee

The worker there, her name is Charlene

She's got a couple missin' teeth

And a rabbit foot on her keychain

She's been servin' me breakfast since 2017

She looks me dead in the eyes

Says, "You know what, boy? You're just one of a kind"

'Cause I'm a dyin' breed

What you get is what you see

I'm not tryna be anything that I don't wanna be

'Cause I'm a dyin' breed

I pick a little on my six-string

A fly fishin' in a small stream

Payin' cash kind of thing

'Cause I'm a dyin' breed

Saturdays, I watch the Bulldogs play

And you can bet on Sundays, I'm cheerin' on Green Bay

Then it's off to Mom's for a home-cooked meal

And a beer with dad

Mama warns me I need to change my ways

But I am not a product of the lives they live today

'Cause I'm a dyin' breed

What you get is what you see

I'm not tryna be anything that I don't wanna be

Man, I'm a dyin' breed

I pick a little on my six-string

A fly fishin' in a small stream

Payin' cash kind of thing

'Cause I'm a dyin' breed

Baby, I'm a dyin' breed, yeah

Well, I can't be the only one out there

So if you feel like me, put your drinks up in the air

Let me know you're right here

'Cause I'm a dyin' breed

What you get is what you see

I'm not offerin' anything that I don't wanna be

'Cause I'm a dyin' breed

I pick a little on my six-string

A fly fishin' in a small stream

Payin' cash kind of thing

Well, there's one too many and a firm hand shake kind of thing

'Cause I'm a dyin' breed

Baby, I'm a dyin' breed, yeah

I woke up this mornin' with a poundin' in my head

I got thirty-five beer cans of fear beneath my bed