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My name's Franks, an' my Daddy's name was Ray.
Ray was a boy, a cowboy an' a banker.
A clerk, a roughneck, a driller,
A long-haul driver, a an' a mechanic.
He was a friend to everybody he ever met.
Ray taught me the value of an' family,
The American flag, hard work, an' a good dog.
I hope my 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 mint dipper,
John cap supportin' 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 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 last of

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 Dairy 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 generation might be ending,
But if he goes, he will go in history:
As the last, the of a dying 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 hate to think that 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.