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

You 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 ain't 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

You 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