The Last of a Dying Breed

My name's Tommy Franks and my daddy's name was Ray Ray was a farm boy a cowboy and a banker A clerk, a roughneck, a driller A long haul driver, a soldier and a mechanic He was also a friend to everybody he ever met Ray taught me the value of faith and family The American flag, hard work, honesty and a good dog I hope my daddy Ray wasn't the last of a dyin' 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 John Deere cap sportin' man With a house on a hill and a pond in the field Surrounded by a mess of corn rows Makes a livin' from his labour, 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 BFW hall hot dog Cake pan lickers, ripe tomato pickers Hay balers loadin' trailers in the fall Fruit stand sellers, town square dwellers Who gather at The Dairy Queen at dawn Everybody knows him and everybody loves him God, I'm gonna miss him 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 working 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