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My name's Tommy Franks, an' my Daddy's was Ray.
Ray was a farm boy, a an' a banker.
A clerk, a roughneck, a driller,
A long-haul driver, a an' a mechanic.
He was also a friend to everybody he met.
Ray taught me the of Faith an' family,
The flag, hard work, honesty an' a good dog.
I hope my Daddy Ray wasn't the of a dyin' breed.

He's a cold drinker, a buck deer hunter:
The friend a dog ever had.
A post-hole-digger, a mint dipper,
John Deere cap man.
With a on a hill and a pond in the field,
by a mess of corn rows.
Makes a from his labor, gives credit to the Maker,
He's everybody knows.

Last of a breed who tend the fields and mend the fences.
Heaven knows, I'd hate to think that might be ending,
But if he goes, he will go down in
As the last, the of the:

Overall wearers, tan terrors,
at the VFW hall. (Hall)
Cake pan lickers, tomato pickers,
Hay loadin' trailers in the Fall.
Fruit stand sellers, square dwellers,
Who gather at The Queen at dawn.
Everybody knows him an' loves him:
God, I'm miss him when he's gone.

Last of a dying breed who the fields and mend the fences.
Heaven knows, I'd to think that generation might be ending,
But if he goes, he go down in history:
As the last, the last of a breed.

(Last of a breed.)
a hard-working family man.
(Last of a breed.)

Last of a dying breed who the fields and mend the fences.
Heaven knows, I'd to think that generation might be ending,
But if he goes, he will go in history:
As the last, the last of a breed.
Of a breed.
Of a breed.
Of a Breed.