Dyin' Breed

Appalachian, snow cap, on the bottom of the blue ridge gap See me in the river of Tennessee or the creeks of the Chattahoochee Dirty heathen, Huck Finn You don't know bout the places I've been I can tell ya a few things bout my past Walk a day in these boots You won't last . I'm Wild ridin' like bareback jack, don't touch this ol' cowboy's hat Hank Sr. " Hey Good lookin'" I wanna know sweet girl whatcha cookin'. And if you say, that ain't country, I say, "turn on some David Allen Coe " but oh boy, it really don't matter cuz, You never called me by my name, no Never hurts to hear the ol' time fiddle Or the bend of them pedal steel strings Feel the chicken pickin' of a banjo Or the sound when that harmonica sangs Old school, country legends Pave the way for a new class Few, far, and in between Make this ol' dyin' breed last Flora Bama, orange beach right next to Perdido key Mullet toss and chili cook-offs, fishin' rodeos, and big beach shows 1878 Gruene Hall, oldest honky-tonk I know I can tell ya bout ol' Billy Bobs Outlaws and armadillos Boy you ain't no renegade So what business ya got walkin' my way Don't get caught in the wrong place I'll write a song for your early grave Three wooden crosses and Lil RT, mixed with a whiskey lullaby And some ol' Brad Paisley "It's a great day to be alive said", Mr. Travis T. Don't be a crazy outlaw son or you'll wind up like me Never hurts to hear that ol' time fiddle Or the bend of them pedal steel strings Feel the chicken pickin' of a banjo Or the sound when that harmonica sangs Old school, country legends Pave the way for a new class Few, far, and in between Make this ol' dyin' breed last Few, far, and in between Make this ol' dyin' breed last