The Last of a Dying Breed

He's a cold beer drinker, a buck 'n' bear hunter

The best friend a dog ever had

A post hole digger, a man Skoal dipper

A John Deere cap sportin' man

With a house on a hill and a pond in the field

Surrounded by a mess of cornrows

Makes a livin' from his labor, 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 tearers

Down at the VFW Hall (Y'all)

Cake pan lickers, ripe tomato pickers

Hay balers loadin' trailers in the fall

Fruitstand sellers, town square dwellers

Who gather at the Dairy Queen at dawn

Everybody knows him, everybody loves him

God, I'm gonna miss 'em 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 workin' 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