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My Tommy Franks, an' my Daddy's name was Ray.
Ray was a boy, a cowboy 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 of Faith an' family,
The flag, hard work, honesty an' a good dog.
I hope my Ray wasn't the last of a dyin' breed.

a cold beer drinker, a buck deer hunter:
The friend 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' from his labor, gives 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 might be ending,
But if he goes, he will go in history:
As the last, the of the:

Overall wearers, tan terrors,
at the VFW hall. (Hall)
Cake pan lickers, ripe pickers,
Hay balers loadin' in the Fall.
stand sellers, town square dwellers,
Who gather at The Dairy at dawn.
Everybody knows him an' everybody loves
God, I'm miss him when 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 will go down in
As the last, the last of a 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 will go down in
As the last, the of a dying breed.
Of a breed.
Of a breed.
Of a Breed.