My name's Tommy Franks, an' my Daddy's name was Ray
Ray was a farm boy, a cowboy an' a banker
A clerk, a roughneck, a driller
A long-haul driver, a soldier an' a mechanic
He was also a friend to everybody he ever met
Ray taught me the value of Faith an' family
The American flag, hard work, honesty an' a good dog
I hope my Daddy Ray wasn't the last of a dyin' breed
He's a cold beer drinker
A buck and deer hunter
The best friend a dog ever had
A post hole digger
A mint scole dipper
A John Deere cap sportin man
With a house on a hill
And a pond in the fields
Surrounded by a mess of corn rows
Makes a livin' from his labor
With 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 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
Fruit stand sellers
Town square dwellers who gather
At dairy queen at dawn
Everybody knows'em everybody loves'em
God I'm gonna miss him if their gone
(Chrous:)
Last of a dying breed
Who tend the fields and mend the fences
Heaven knows I 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)
(Chrous:)
Last of a dying breed
Who tend the fields and mend the fences
Heaven knows I 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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