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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 driver, a soldier an' a mechanic.
He was also a friend to everybody he met.
Ray taught me the value of an' family,
The American flag, work, honesty an' a good dog.
I hope my Daddy Ray wasn't the of a dyin' breed.

a cold beer drinker, a buck deer hunter:
The best friend a dog had.
A post-hole-digger, a mint dipper,
John Deere cap man.
a house on a hill and a pond in the field,
Surrounded by a mess of rows.
a livin' from 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 that generation might be ending,
But if he goes, he go down in history:
As the last, the of the:

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

of a dying 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 go down in history:
As the last, the of a dying breed.

(Last of a breed.)
He's a hard-working man.
(Last of a breed.)

Last of a dying breed who 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.