Last of a Dying Breed

I’m the last of long dying bread

I left the world as soon as the world left me,

I leave all my problems in a fuel fired pile,

Along with the jeans and dreams I ain’t worn in a while,

 

I’ve lived a hell of a life and my scars show that,

My life was ramblin’ on and never getting called back,

I was drowning in lemon, whiskey, bitters and the sin,

The worst part of it all it’s not where the troubles begin,

 

These days the cowboy term gets thrown around a lot,

I remember the days back when the competition was hot,

It meant trying your best and having a god damn go

Not leaving the work to build behind in the February snow,

 

I’m the last of a long dying bread,

I watch the rain fall like TV,

I hope it comes down all year round,

Watch me go when they wind me up,

Running a muck in a pick up truck,

Drinking about anything that I can pick up on the road eastbound

Cause I’m the last of a dying breed,

 

I see milk drinkers in every single town,

Making sure that life is hell for the thrill seekers around,

And they’ve never had a beer on the banks of a backroads county creek,

So why the hell should they tell me what I really long to seek,

 

Don’t get me wrong I aint the toughest of the pen,

But I miss the day when young boys were called men,

Treat a lady right and always use their words,

But when the words run out punches fly along with birds,

 

I’m the last of a long dying bread,

I watch the rain fall like TV,

I hope it comes down all year round,

Watch me go when they wind me up,

Running a muck in a pick up truck,

Drinking about anything that I can pick up on the road eastbound

Cause I’m the last of a dying breed,

Cause I’m the last of a dying breed,