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My Tommy Franks, an' my Daddy's name 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 he ever met.
Ray taught me the of Faith an' family,
The American flag, hard work, an' a good dog.
I hope my Daddy Ray wasn't the of a dyin' breed.

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

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

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

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

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

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