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

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

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

wearers, farmer tan terrors,
at the VFW hall. (Hall)
Cake pan lickers, ripe pickers,
Hay balers trailers in the Fall.
Fruit sellers, town square dwellers,
Who at The Dairy Queen at dawn.
knows him an' everybody loves him:
God, I'm gonna him when he's gone.

Last of a dying breed who tend the fields and the fences.
Heaven knows, I'd hate to think that generation 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 that generation 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.