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My name's Franks, an' my Daddy's name was Ray.
Ray was a farm boy, a an' a banker.
A clerk, a roughneck, a driller,
A driver, a soldier an' a mechanic.
He was also a to everybody he ever met.
Ray taught me the value of an' family,
The American flag, hard work, honesty an' a dog.
I hope my Daddy Ray the last of a dyin' breed.

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

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

wearers, farmer tan terrors,
at the VFW hall. (Hall)
Cake pan lickers, tomato pickers,
Hay balers trailers in the Fall.
stand sellers, town square dwellers,
Who gather at The Queen at dawn.
Everybody him an' everybody loves him:
God, I'm gonna miss him when gone.

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

(Last of a breed.)
He's a family man.
(Last of a breed.)

Last of a dying breed who tend the fields and 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.
Of a breed.
Of a breed.
Of a Breed.