Dying Breed

I woke up this mornin' with a poundin' in my head I got 35 beer cans of fear beneath my bed So I head down to the quick stop for a Slim Jim And a cup of coffee The worker there, her name is Charlene She's got a couple missin' teeth And a rabbit foot on her keychain She's been servin' me breakfast since 2017 She looks me dead in the eyes Says, "You know what, boy? You're just one of a kind" 'Cause I'm a dyin' breed What you get is what you see I'm not tryna be anything that I don't wanna be 'Cause I'm a dyin' breed I pick a little on my six-string A fly fishin' in a small stream Paying cash kind of thing 'Cause I'm a dyin' breed Saturdays, I watch the Bulldogs play And you can bet on Sundays, I'm cheerin' on Green Bay Then it's off to Mom's for a home-cooked meal And a beer with Dad Mama warns me, I need to change my ways But I am not a product of the lives they live today 'Cause I'm a dyin' breed What you get is what you see I'm not tryna be anything that I don't wanna be Man, I'm a dyin' breed I pick a little on my six-string A fly fishin' in a small stream Paying cash kind of thing 'Cause I'm a dyin' breed Baby, I'm a dyin' breed, yeah Well, I can't be the only one out there So if you feel like me, put your drinks up in the air Let me know you're right here 'Cause I'm a dyin' breed What you get is what you see I'm not offerin' anything that I don't wanna be 'Cause I'm a dyin' breed I pick a little on my six-string A fly fishin' in a small stream Paying cash kind of thing Well, there's one too many and a firm handshake kind of thing 'Cause I'm a dyin' breed Baby, I'm a dyin' breed, yeah I woke up this mornin' with a poundin' in my head I got 35 beer cans of fear beneath my bed